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The Malefactor 


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E. Phillips Oppenheim 

Author of “ Anna the Adventuress/’ ** Mysterious Mr. Sabin/ 
“The Master Mummer,” etc. 


Boston 

Little, Brown, and Company 

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BOOK I 

CHAPTEE I 

t B ^ALL and burly, with features and skin hard- 
I ened by exposure to the sun and winds of 
JL many climates, he looked like a man ready 
to face all hardships, equal to any emergency. Already 
one seemed to see the clothes and habits of civilisation 
falling away from him, the former to be replaced by 
the stern, unlovely outfit of the war correspondent who 
plays the game. They crowded round him in the club 
smoking room, for these were his last few minutes. 
They had dined him, toasted him, and the club loving 
cup had been drained to his success and his safe return. 
For Lovell was a popular member of this very Bohe- 
mian gathering, and he was going to the Far East, at 
a few hours’ notice, to represent one of the greatest of 
English dailies. 

A pale, slight young man, who stood at his right 
hand, was speaking. His name was Walter Aynes- 
worth, and he was a writer of short stories — a novelist 
in embryo. 

What I envy you most, Lovell,” he declared, is 
your escape from the deadly routine of our day by day 
life. Here in London it seems to me that we live the 
life of automatons. We lunch, we dine, we amuse or 

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we bore ourselves, and we sleep — and all the rest of 
the world does the same. Passion we have outgrown, 
emotion we have destroyed by analysis. The storms 
which shake humanity break over other countries. 
What is there left to us of life ? Civilisation ministers 
too easily to our needs, existence has become a habit. 
No wonder that we are a tired race.” 

Life is the same, the world over,” another man 
remarked. With every forward step in civilisation, 
life must become more mechanical. London is m- 
worse than Paris, or Paris than Tokio.” 

Aynesworth shook his head. I don’t agree with 
you,” he replied. It is the same, more or less, wil^ 
all European countries, but the Saxon temperament, 
with its mixture of philosophy and philistinism, more 
rthan any other, gravitates towards the life mechanical. 
Existence here has become fossilised. We wear a mask 
upon our faces ; we carry a gauge for our emotions. 
Lovell is going to where the one great force of primitive 
life remains. He is going to see war. He is going to 
breathe an atmosphere hot with naked passion; he is 
going to rub shoulders with men who walk hand in 
hand with death. That’s the sort of tonic we all 
want, to remind us that we are human beings with 
•blood in our veins, and not sawdust-stuffed dolls.” 

Then Lovell broke silence. He took his pipe from 
his mouth, and he addressed Aynesworth. 

“Walter,” he said, “you are talking rot. There 
is nothing very complex or stimulating about the pas- 
sion of war, when men kill one another unseen ; where 
you feel the sting in your heart which comes from 
God knows where, and you crumple up, with never 
a chance to have a go at the chap who has potted you 


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from the trenches, or behind a rock, a thousand yards 
off. Mine is going to be, except from a spectacular 
point of view, a very barren sort of year, compared with 
what yours might be if the fire once touched your eyes. 
I go where life is cruder and fiercer, perhaps, but you 
remain in' the very city of tragedies.’^ 

Aynesworth laughed, as he lit a fresh cigarette. 

^ City of tragedies ! ’’ he exclaimed. It sounds 
all right, but it ’s bunkum all the same. Show me 
where they lie, Lovell, old chap. Tell me where to stir 
the waters.’’ 

Several of those who were watching him noticed a 
sudden change in Lovell’s face. The good-humour and 
bonhomie called up by this last evening amongst his 
old friends had disappeared. His face had fallen 
into graver lines^ his eyes seemed fixed with a curious 
introspective steadiness on a huge calendar which 
hung from the wall. When at last he turned towards 
Aynesworth,' his tone Was almost solemn. 

Some of them don’t lie so very far from the 
surface, Walter,” he said. “ There is one ” — he 
took out his watch — there is one which, if you like, 
I will tell you about. I have just ten minutes.” 

Good!” 

Gk) ahead, Lovell, old chap I ” 

Have a drink first ! ” 

He held out his hand. They were all silent. He 
stood Up amongst them, by far the tallest man there, 
with his back to the chimney-piece, and his eyes still 
lingering about that calendar. 

Thirteen years ago,” he said, two young men — 
call them by their Christian names, Wingrave and 
Lumley — shared a somewhat extensive hunting box 


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in Leicestersliire. They were both of good family, 
well o£F, and fairly popular, Lumley the more so 
perhaps. He represented the ordinary type of young 
Englishman, with a stronger dash than usual of 
selfishness. Wingrave stood for other things. He 
was reticent and impenetrable. People called him 
mysterious.’’ 

Lovell paused for a moment to refill his pipe. The 
sudden light upon his face, as he struck a match, 
seemed to bring into vivid prominence something 
there, indescribable in words, yet which affected his 
hearers equally with the low gravity of his speech. 
The man himself was feeling the tragedy of the story 
he told. 

They seemed,” he continued, always to get on 
well together, until they fell in love with the same 
woman. Her name we will say was Ruth. She was 
the wife of the Master of Hounds with whom they 
hunted. If I had the story-writing gifts of Aynes- 
worth here, I would try to describe her. As I have n’t, 
I will simply give you a crude idea of what she seemed 
like to me. 

She was neither dark nor fair, short nor tall ; 
amongst a crowd of other women, she seemed undis- 
tinguishable by any special gifts; yet when you had 
realised her there was no other woman in the room. 
She had the eyes of an angel, only they were generally 
veiled; she had the figure of a miniature Venus, soft 
and with delicate curves, which seemed somehow to 
be always subtly asserting themselves, although she 
affected in her dress an almost puritanical simplicity. 
Her presence in a room was always felt at once. There 
are some women, beautiful or plain, whose sex one 


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scarcely recognises. She was not one of these! She 
seemed to carry with her the concentrated essence of 
femininity. Her quiet movements, the almost noise- 
less rustling of her clothes, the quaint, undistinguish- 
able perfumes which she used, her soft, even voice, 
were all things which seemed individual to her. She 
was like a study in undernotes, and yet ” — Lovell 
paused a moment — and yet no Spanish dancing 
woman, whose dark eyes and voluptuous figure have 
won her the crown of the demi-monde, ever possessed 
that innate and mystic gift of kindling passion like 
that woman. I told you I could n’t describe her I I 
can’t! I can only speak of effects. If my story 
interests you, you must build up your own idea of 
her.” 

Becky Sharpe ! ” Aynesworth murmured. 

Lovell nodded. 

Perhaps,” he admitted^ “ only Ruth was a lady. 
To go on with my story. A hunting ^ coterie,’ as you 
fellows know, means lots of liberty, and a general 
free-and-easy-ness amongst the sexes, which naturally 
leads to flirtations more or less serious. Ruth’s little 
affairs were either too cleverly arranged, or too harm- 
less for gossip ! Amongst the other women of the hunt, 
she seemed outwardly almost demure. But one day 
— there was a row ! ” 

Lovell paused, and took a drink from a glass by his 
side. 

I hope you fellows won’t think that I ’m spinning 
this out,” he said. It is, after all, in itself only a 
commonplace story, but I ’ve carried it locked up in 
my memory for years, and now that I ’ve let it loose, 
it unwinds itself slowly. This is how the row came 


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about. Lumlej one afternoon missed Wingrave and 
Ruth from the hunting field. Someone most unfor- 
tunately happened to tell him that they had left the 
run together, and had been seen riding together towards 
White Lodge, which was the name of the house where 
these two young men lived. Lumley followed them. 
He rode into the stable yard, and found there Ruth^s 
mare and Wingrave^s covert hack, from which he had 
not changed when they had left the field. Both ani- 
mals had evidently been ridden hard, and there was 
something ominous in the smile with which the head 
groom told him that Lady Ruth and Wingrave were in 
the house. 

The two men had separate dens. Wingrave’s 
was much the better furnished, as he was a young 
man of considerable taste, and he had also fitted it 
with sporting trophies collected from many countries. 
This room was at the back oi the house, and Lumley 
deliberately crossed the lawn and looked in at the 
window. 

Lovell paused for a moment or two to relight his 
pipe. 

Remember,’’ he continued, that I have to put 
this story together, partly from facts which came to 
my knowledge afterwards, and partly from reasonable 
deductions. I may say at once that I do not know 
what Lumley saw when he played the spy. The house- 
keeper had just taken tea in, and it is possible that 
Wins^rave may have been holding his guest’s hand, 
or that something in their faces or attitude convinced 
him that his jealousy was well founded. Anyhow, it 
is certain that Lumley was half beside himself with 
rage when he strode away from that window. Then in 


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the avenue he must have heard the soft patter of hounds 
coming along the lane, or perhaps seen the pink coats 
of the huntsmen through the hedge. This much is 
certain. He hurried down the drive, and returned with 
Ruth’s husband.” 

Lovell took another drink. ^N'o one spoke, i^o 
one even made a remark. The little circle of listeners 
had caught something of his own gravity. The story 
was an ordinary one enough, but something in Lovell’s 
manner of telling it seemed somehow to bring into their 
consciousness the apprehension of the tangled web of 
passions which burned underneath its sordid details. 

Ruth’s husband — Sir William I will call him — 
stood side by side with Lumley before the window. 
What they saw I cannot tell you. They entered the 
room. The true story of what happened there I doubt 
if anyone will ever know. The evidence of servants 
spoke of raised voices and the sound of a heavy fall. 
When they were summoned. Sir William lay on the 
floor unconscious. Lady Ruth had fainted; Lumley 
and Wingrave were both bending over the former. On 
the floor were fragments of paper, which were after- 
wards put together, and found to be the remains of a 
cheque for a large amount, payable to Lady Ruth, and 
signed by Wingrave. 

The sequel is very soon told. Sir William died 
in a few days, and Wingrave, on the evidence of 
Lumley and Ruth, was committed for manslaughter, 
and sent to prison for fifteen years ! ” 

Lovell paused. A murmur went round the little 
group of listeners. The story, after all, except for 
Lovell’s manner of telling it, was an ordinary one. 
Everyone felt that there was something else behind. 


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So they asked no questions whilst Lovell drank his 
whisky and soda, and refilled his pipe. Again his 
eyes seemed to wander to the calendar. 

According to Lady Ruth’s evidence/’ he said 
thoughtfully, her husband entered the room at the 
exact moment when she was rejecting Wingrave’s 
advances, and indignantly refusing a cheque which 
he was endeavouring to persuade her to accept. A 
struggle followed between the two men, with fatal 
results for Sir William. That,” he added slowly, is 
the story which the whole world read, and which 
most of it believes. Here, however, are a few cor- 
rections of my own, and a suggestion or two for you, 
Aynesworth, and those of you who like to consider 
yourselves truth-seekers. First, then. Lady Ruth 
was a self-invited guest at White Lodge. She had 
asked Wingrave to return with her, and as they sat 
together in his room, she confessed that she was 
worried, and asked for his advice. She was in some 
money trouble, ingeniously explained, no doubt. 
Wingrave, with the utmost delicacy, offered his assist- 
ance, which was of course accepted. It was exactly 
what she was there for. She was in the act of taking 
the cheque, when she saw her husband and Lumley. 
Her reputation was at stake. Her subsequent course 
of action and evidence becomes obvious. The cheque 
unexplained was ruin. She explained it ! 

Of the struggle, and of the exact means by which 
Sir William received his injuries, I know nothing. 
There is the evidence! It may or may not be true. 
The most serious part of the case, so far as Lady 
Ruth was concerned, lay in the facts as to her hus- 
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conscious state lie was driven almost twelve miles, at 
a walking pace. ITo stimulants were administered, 
and though they passed two doctors’ houses no stop 
was made. A doctor was not sent for until half an 
hour after they reached home, and even then they 
seemed to have chosen the one who lived furthest 
away. The conclusion is obvious enough to anyone 
who knows the facts of the case. Sir William was 
not meant to live! 

Wingrave’s trial was a famous one. He had no 
friends and few sympathisers, and he insisted upon 
defending himself. His cross-examination of the man 
who had been his friend created something like a 
sensation. Amongst other things, he elicited the fact 
that Lumley, after first seeing the two together, had 
gone and fetched Sir William. It was a terrible half- 
hour for Lumley, and when he left the box, amongst 
the averted faces of his friends, the sweat was pouring 
down his face. I can see him now, as though it were 
yesterday. Then Lady Ruth followed. She was 
quietly dressed; the effect she produced was excel- 
lent. She told her story. She hinted at the insult! 
She spoke of the cheque. She had imagined no harm 
in accepting Wingrave’s invitation to tea. Men and 
women of the hunt, who were on friendly terms, 
treated one another as comrades. She spoke of the 
blow ! She had seen it delivered, and so on ! And all 
the time, I sat within a few feet of Wingrave, and I 
knew that in the black box before him were burning 
love letters from this woman, to the man whose code 
of honour would ever have protected her husband from 
disgrace ; and I knew that I was listening to the thing 
which you, Aynesworth, and many of your fellow 


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story-writers, have so wisely and so ignorantly dilated 
upon — the vengeance of a woman denied. Only I 
heard the words themselves, cold, earnest words, fall 
one by one from her lips like a sentence of doom — 
and there was life in the thing, life and death ! When 
she had finished, the whole court was in a state of ten- 
sion. Everyone was leaning forward. It would be 
the most piquant, the most wonderful cross-examination 
ever heard — the woman lying to save her honour and 
to achieve her vengeance; the man on trial for his 
life. Wingrave stood up. Lady Ruth raised her veil, 
and looked at him from the witness-box. There was 
the most intense silence I ever realised. Who could 
tell the things which flashed from one to the other 
across the dark well of the court; who could measure 
the fierce, silent scorn which seemed to blaze from 
his eyes, as he held her there — his slave until he 
chose to give the signal for release ? At last he looked 
away towards the judge, and the woman fell forward 
in the box gasping, a crumpled up, nerveless heap of 
humanity. 

“ ‘ My lord,’ he said, ^ I have no questions to ask 
this witness 1 ’ 

Everyone staggered. Wingrave’s few friends were 
horrified. After that there was, of course, no hope 
for him. He got fifteen years’ penal servitude.” 

Like an echo from that pent-up murmur of feeling 
which had rippled through the crowded court many 
years ago, his little group of auditors almost gasped 
as Lovell left his place and strolled down the room. 
Aynesworth Jaid his hand upon his shoulder. 

“ All the time,” he said, you were looking at that 
calendar 1 Why ? ” 


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Lovell once more faced them. He was standing 
with his back to a round table, strewn with papers 
and magazines. 

It was the date,” he said, and the fact that I 
must leave England within a few hours, which forced 
this story from me. To-morrow Wingrave will he 
free! Listen, Aynes worth,” he continued, turning 
towards him, and the rest of you who fancy that 
it is I who am leaving a humdrum city for the world 
of tragedies! I leave you the legacy of a greater 
one than all Asia will yield to me! Lady Ruth is 
married to Lumley, and they hold to-day in London 
a very distinguished social position. To-morrow Win- 
grave takes a hand in the game. He was once my 
friend; I was in court when he was tried; I was 
intimately acquainted with the lawyer^s clerk who had 
the arrangement of his papers. I know what no one 
else breathing knows. He is a man who never for- 
gives ; a man who was brutally deceived, and who for 
years has had no other occupation than to brood upon 
his wrongs. He is very wealthy indeed, still young, 
he has marvellous tenacity of purpose, and he has 
brains. To-morrow he will be free ! ” 

Aynesworth drew a little breatL 

I wonder,” he murmured, if anything will 
happen.” 

Lovell shrugged his shoulders. 

Where I go,” he said, the cruder passions may 
rage, and life and death be reckoned things of little 
account. But you who remain — - who can teU ? — - you 
may look into the face of mightier things.” 


CHAPTEK II 


T HEEE men were together in a large and 
handsomely furnished sitting-room of the 
Clarence Hotel, in Piccadilly. One, pale, 
quiet, and unobtrusive, dressed in sober black, the 
typical lawyer’s clerk, was busy gathering up a col- 
lection of papers and documents from the table, over 
which they had been strewn. His employer, who had 
more the appearance of a country gentleman than the 
junior partner in the well-known firm of Eocke and 
Son, solicitors, had risen to his feet, and was drawing 
on his gloves. At the head of the table was the client. 

I trust. Sir Wingrave, that you are satisfied with 
this account of our stewardship,” the solicitor said, 
as his clerk left the room. ‘‘We have felt it a great 
responsibility at times, but everything seems to have 
turned out very well. The investments, of course, are 
all above suspicion.” 

“ Perfectly satisfied, I thank you,” was the quiet 
reply. “ You seem to have studied my interests in a 
very satisfactory manner.” 

Mr. Eocke had other things to say, but his client’s 
manner seemed designed to create a barrier* of for- 
mality between them. He hesitated, unwilling to leave, 
yet finding it exceedingly difficult to say the things 
which were in his mind. He temporised by referring 


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back to matters already discussed, solely for the pur- 
pose of prolonging the interview. 

You have quite made up your mind, then, to put 
the Tredowen property on the market,” he remarked. 

You will excuse my reminding you of the fact that 
you have large accumulated funds in hand, and nearly 
a hundred thousand pounds worth of easily realisable 
securities. Tredowen has been in your mother’s family 
for a good many years, and I should doubt whether it 
will be easily disposed of.” 

The man at the head of the table raised his head. 
He looked steadily at the lawyer, who began to wish 
that he had left the room with his clerk. Decidedly, 
Sir Wingrave Seton was not an easy man to get on 
with. 

My mind is quite made up, thank you, on this 
and all other matters concerning which I have given 
you instructions,” was the calm reply. I have had 
plenty of time for consideration,” he added drily. 
The lawyer had his opening at last, and he plunged. 

Sir Wingrave,” he said, we were at college to- 
gether, and our connection is an old one. You must 
forgive me if I say how glad I am to see you here, 
and to know that your bad time is over. I can assure 
you that you have had my deepest sympathy. Noth- 
ing ever upset me so much as that unfortunate affair. 
I sincerely trust that you will do your best now to 
make up for lost time. You are still young, and you 
are rich. Let us leave business alone now, for the 
moment. What can I do for you as a friend, if you 
will allow me to call you so ? ” 

Wingrave turned slightly in his chair. In his 
altered position, a ray of sunshine fell for the first 


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time upon his gaunt but striking face. Lined and 
hardened, as though by exposure and want of per- 
sonal care, there was also a lack of sensibility, an 
almost animal callousness, on the coldly lit eyes and 
unflinching mouth, which readily suggested some ter- 
rible and recent experience - — something potent enough 
to have dried up the human nature out of the man 
and left him soulless. His clothes had the impress of 
the ready-made, although he wore them with a dis- 
tinction which was obviously inherent; and notwith^ 
standing the fact that he seemed to have been vrriting, 
he wore gloves. 

I am much obliged to you, Rocke,” he said. Let 
me repeat your question. What is there that you can 
do for me ? ” 

Mr. Rocke was apparently a little nonplussed. The 
absolute imperturbability of the man who had once 
been his friend was disconcerting. 

Well,” he said, the governor sent me instead of 
coming himself, because he thought that I might be 
more useful to you. London changes so quickly — 
you would hardly know your way about now. I 
should like you to come and dine with me to-night^ 
and I’ll take you round anywhere you care to go; 
and then if you don’t want to go back to your old 
tradespeople, I could take you to my tailor and boot- 
maker.” 

Is this all ? ” Wingrave asked calmly. 

Rocke was again taken aback. 

Certainly not,” he answered. There must be 
many ways in which I could be useful to you, but I 
can’t think of them all at once, I am here to serve 
you professionally or as a friend, to the best of my 


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ability. Can you suggest anything yourself? What 
do you want ? ” 

That is the question,” Wingrave said, which I 
have been asking myself. Unfortunately, up to now, 
I have not been able to answer it. Regarding myself, 
however, from the point of view of a third party, I 
should say that the thing I was most in need of was 
the society of my fellow creatures.” 

Exactly,” Rocke declared. That is what I 
thought you would say I It wonT take us long to 
arrange something of the sort for you.” 

Can you put me up,” Wingrave asked, at your 
club, and introduce me to your friends there ? ” 

Rocke flinched before the steady gaze of those cold 
enquiring eyes, in which he fancied, too, that a gleam 
of malice shone. The colour mounted to his cheeks. 
It was a most embarrassing situation. 

I can introduce you to some decent fellows, of 
course, and to some very charming ladies,” he said 
hesitatingly, but as to the club — I — well, don’t 
you think yourself that it would scarcely be wise 
to ” 

Exactly,” Wingrave interrupted. And these 
ladies that you spoke of ” 

Oh ! there ’s no difficulty about that,” Rocke de- 
clared with an air of relief. I can make up a little 
dinner-party for to-night, if you like. There ’s an 
awfully smart American woman over here, with the 
Fanciful Fan Company — I’m sure you ’d like her, 
and she ’d come like a shot. Then I ’d get Daisy 
Vane — she’s all right. They don’t know anything, 
and wouldn’t care if they did. Besides, you could 
call yourself what you liked.” 


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Thant you,” Wingrave said. “ I am afraid I 
did not make myself quite clear. I was not think- 
ing of play-fellows. I was thinking of the men and 
women of my own order. Shall I put the matter 
quite clearly? Can I take my place in society under 
my own name, renew my old friendships and build 
up new ones? Can I do this even at the risk of a 
few difficulties at first? I am not a sensitive man. 
I am prepared for the usual number of disagreeable 
incidents. But can I win my way through? ” 

With his back against the wall, Rocke displayed 
more courage. Besides, what was the use of mincing 
matters with a man who had all the appearance of 
a human automaton, wko never flinched or changed 
colour, and whose passions seemed dried up and with- 
ered things ? 

I am afraid not. Sir Wingrave,” he said. I 
should not recommend you to try, at any rate for the 
present.” 

Give me your reasons,” was the cool response. 

I will do so with pleasure,” Rocke answered. 
About the time of the trial and immediately after- 
wards, there was a certain amount of sympathy for 
you. People felt that you must have received a good 
deal of provocation, and there were several unex- 
plained incidents which told in your favour. To-day, 
I should think that the feeling amongst those who 
remember the affair at all is rather the other way. 
You heard, I believe, that Lady Ruth married Lumley 
Barrington ? ” 

Yes.” 

Barrington has been very successful at the Bar, 
and they say that he is certain of a judgeship before 


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long. His wife has backed him up well, they have 
entertained lavishly, and to-day I should think that she 
is one of the most popular hostesses in London. In 
her earlier days, I used to hear that she was one of 
the very fast hunting set — that was the time when 
you knew her. I can assure you that if ever that was 
true, she is a completely altered woman to-day. She 
is patroness of half a dozen great charitable schemes, 
she writes very clever articles in the ^ Reviews ’ on the 
Betterment of the Poor Question, and RoyaJ^ty itself 
visits at her house.’’ 

I see,” Wingrave said drily. I was not aw^re 
of these changes.” 

If ever,” Mr. Rocke continued, people were in- 
clined to look a little askance at her, that has all gone 
by. To-day she is one of the last women in the world 
of whom people would be likely to believe ill.” 

Wingrave nodded slowly. 

I am very much obliged to you,” he said, for 
this information. You seem to have come here to- 
day, Mr. Rocke, with good intonations towards me. 
Let me ask you to put yourself in my place. I am 
barely forty years old, and I am rich. I want to 
make the most of my life — under the somewhat pecu- 
liar circumstances. How and where should you live ? ” 

It depends a little upon your tastes, of course,” 
Rocke answered. You are a sportsman, are you 
not ? ” 

I am fond of sport,” Wingrave answered. At 
least I was. At present I am not conscious of having 
any positive tastes.” 

I think,” Rocke continued, “ that I should first 
of all change my name. Then, without making any 


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effort to come into touch with your old friends, I 
should seek acquaintance amongst the Bohemian world 
of London and Paris. There I might myseK, per- 
haps, be able to help you. For sport, you might fish 
in l^orway or Iceland, or shoot in Hungary; you could 
run to a yacht if you cared about it, and if you fancy 
big game, why, there ’s all Africa before you.” 

Wingrave listened, without changing a muscle of 
his face. 

“ Your programme,” he remarked, presupposes 
that I have no ambitions beyond the pursuit of 
pleasure.” 

Rocke shrugged his shoulders. He was becoming 
more at his ease. He felt that his advice was sound, 
that he was showing a most comprehensive grasp of 
the situation. 

I am afraid,” he said, that none of what we 
call the careers are open to you. You could not enter 
Parliament, and you are too old for the professions. 
The services, of course, are impossible. You might 
write, if your tastes ran that way. Nowadays, it 
seems to be the fashion to record one’s experiences in 
print, if — if they should happen to be in any way 
exceptional. I can think of nothing else! ” 

I am very much obliged to you,” Wingrave said. 

Your suggestions are eminently practical. I will 
think them over. Don’t let me keep you any longer I ” 
About this evening,” Rocke remarked. Shall 
I fix up that little dinner-party? You have only to 
say the word ! ” 

I am very much obliged to you, but I think not,” 
answered Wingrave. I will dine with you alone 
some evening, with pleasure ! Not just at present 1 ” 


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Rocke looked, as lie felt, puzzled. He honestly 
wished to he of service to this man, but he was at a 
loss to know what further suggestion he could make. 
There was something impenetrable about his client, 
something which he could not arrive at, behind the 
hard, grim face and measured words. He could not 
even guess as to what the man’s hopes or intentions 
were. Eventually, although with some reluctance, he 
took up his hat. 

Well, Sir Wingrave,” he said, if there is really 
nothing I can do for you, I will go. If you should 
change your mind, you have only to telephone. You 
can command me at any time. I am only anxious 
to be of service to you.” 

“ You have already been of service to me,” Win- 
grave answered quietly. You have spoken the 
truth! You have helped me to realise my position 
more exactly. Will you give your father my com- 
pliments and thanks, and say that I am entirely sat- 
isfied with the firm’s conduct of affairs during my — 
absence ? ” 

Rocke nodded. 

Certainly,” he said. That will please the 
governor 1 I must be off now. I hope you ’ll soon 
be feeling quite yourself again. Sir Wingrave! It 
must seem a bit odd at first, I suppose, but it will 
wear off all right. What you want, after all, is 
society. Much better let me arrange that little dinner 
for to-night! ” 

Wingrave shook his head. 

Later on, perhaps,” he answered. Good 
morning! ” 


CHAPTER III 


I EFT alone, Wingrave walked for several min- 
utes up and down the room, his hands behind 
^ him, his head bent. He walked, not restlessly, 
but with measured footsteps. His mind was fixed 
steadfastly upon the one immediate problem of his 
own future. His interview with Rocke had unsettled 
— to a certain extent unnerved — him. Was this 
freedom for which he had longed so passionately, this 
return into civilised life, to mean simply the exchange 
of an iron-barred cell for a palace whose outer gates 
were as hopelessly locked, even though the key was 
of gold? Freedom! Was it after all an illusion? 
Was his to be the hog’s paradise of empty delights; 
were the other worlds indeed forbidden? He moved 
abruptly to the window and threw it open. Below was 
Piccadilly, brilliant with May sunshine, surging with 
life. Motors and carriages, omnibuses and hansoms, 
were all jostled together in a block; the pavements 
were thronged with a motley and ever-hurrying crowd. 
It seemed to him, accustomed to the callous and hope- 
less appearance of a less happy tribe, that the faces 
of these people were all afiame with the joy of the 
springtime. The perfume from the great clusters of 
yellow daffodils and violets fioated up from the fiower- 
sellers’ baskets below; the fresh, warm air seemed to 
bring him poignant memories of crocus-starred lawns. 


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of trim beds of hyacinths, of the song of birds, of the 
perfume of drooping lilac. Grim and motionless, as a 
figure of fate, Wingrave looked down from his window, 
with cold, yet discerning eyes. He was still an alien, 
a denizen in another world from that which flowed 
so smoothly and pleasantly below. It was something 
to which he did not belong, which he doubted, indeed, 
if ever again he could enter. He had no part in it, no 
share in that vigorous life, whose throbbings he could 
dimly feel, though his own heart was beating to a 
slower and a very different tune. They were his fel- 
lows in name only. Between him and them stood the 
judgment of — Rocke ! 

The evil chances of the world are many! It was 
whilst his thoughts travelled in this fashion that 
the electric landaulette of Lady Ruth Barrington 
glided round the corner from St. James’ Street, and 
joined in the throng of vehicles slowly making their 
way down Piccadilly. His attention was attracted 
first by the white and spotless liveries of the servants 
— the form of locomotion itself was almost new to 
him. Then he saw the woman who leaned back 
amongst the cushions. She was elegantly dressed; 
she wore no veil; she did not look a day more than 
thirty. She was attractive, from the tips of her patent 
shoes, to the white bow which floated on the top of 
her lace parasol ; a perfectly dressed, perfectly turned 
out woman. She had, too, the lazy, confident air of 
a woman sure of herself and her friends. She knew 
nothing of the look which flashed down upon her from 
the window overhead. 

Wingrave turned away with a little gasp; a half- 
stifled exclamation had crept out from between his 


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teeth. His cheeks seemed paler than ever, and his 
eyes unnaturally bright. Nevertheless, he was com- 
pletely master of himself. On the table was a large 
deed box of papers, which Rocke had left for his 
inspection. From its recesses he drew out a smaller 
box, unlocked it with a key from his chain, and 
emptied its sole contents — a small packet of letters 
— upon the table. He counted them one by one. 
They were all there — and on top a photograph. A 
breath of half-forgotten perfume stole out into the 
room. He opened one of the letters, and its few 
passionate words came back to his memory, linked 
witli a hundred other recollections, the desire of her 
eyes, of her lips raised for his, the caressing touch of 
her fingers. He found himself wondering, in an 
impersonal sort of way, that these things should so 
little affect him. His blood ran no less coldly, nor did 
his pulses beat the faster, for this backward glance 
into things finished. 

There was a knock at the door. He raised his head. 

Come in!” 

A slim, fair young man obeyed the summons, and 
advanced into the room. Wingrave eyed him with 
immovable face. Nevertheless, his manner somehow 
suggested a displeased surprise. 

Sir Wingrave Seton, I believe ? ” the intruder 
said cheerfully. 

That is my name,” Wingrave admitted ; but 
my orders below have evidently been disobeyed. I 
am not disposed to receive visitors to-day.” 

The intruder was not in the least abashed. He 
laid his hat upon the table, and felt in his pocket. 

I am very sorry,” he said. They did try to 


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keep me out, but I told them that my business was 
urgent. I have been a journalist, you see, and am 
used to these little manoeuvres.” 

Wingrave looked at him steadily, with close-drawn 
eyebrows. 

Am I to understand,” he said, that you are in 
here in your journalistic capacity ? ” 

The new-comer shook his head. 

Pray do not think,” he said, that I should be 
guilty of such an impertinence. My name is Aynes- 
worth. Walter Aynesworth. I have a letter for you 
from Lovell. You remember him, I daresay. Here 
it is ! ” 

He produced it from his breast-coat pocket, and 
handed it over. 

Where is Lovell ? ” Wingrave asked. 

He left for the East early this morning,” Aynes- 
worth answered. He had to go almost at an hour^s 
notice.” 

Wingrave broke the seal, and read the letter through. 
Afterwards he tore it into small pieces and threw 
them into the grate. 

What do you want with me, Mr. Aynesworth ? ” 
he asked. 

I want to be your secretary,” Aynesworth answered. 

“ My secretary,” Wingrave repeated. I am much 
obliged to you, but I am not requiring anyone in that 
capacity.” 

Pardon me,” Aynesworth answered, but I think 
you are. You may not have realised it yet, but if 
you will consider the matter carefully, I think you 
will agree with me that a secretary, or companion of 
some sort, is exactly what you do need.” 




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Out of curiosity,” Wingrave remarked, I should 
be glad to know why you think so.” 

Certainly,” Aynesworth answered. In the first 
place, I know the story of your life, and the unfor- 
tunate incident which has kept you out of society for 
the last ten years.” 

From Lovell, I presume,” Wingrave interrupted. 

Precisely,” Aynesworth admitted. Ten years’ 
absence from English life to-day means that you re- 
turn to it an absolute and complete stranger. You 
would be like a Cook’s tourist abroad, without a guide 
or a Baedeker, if you attempted to rely upon your- 
self. How I am rather a Bohemian sort of person, 
but I have just the sort of all-round knowledge 
which would be most useful to you. I have gone 
a little way into society, and I know something 
about politics. I can bring you up-to-date on both 
these matters. I know where to dine well in town, 
and where to be amused. I can tell you where to 
get your clothes, and the best place for all the et- 
ceteras. If you want to travel, I can speak French 
and German ; and I consider myself a bit of a 
sportsman.” 

I am sure,” Wingrave answered, I congratulate 
you upon your versatility. I am quite convinced 1 
I shall advertise at once for a secretary ! ” 

Why advertise ? ” Aynesworth asked. I am 
here! ” 

Wingrave shook his head. 

You would not suit me at all,” he answered. 

Why not ? ” Aynesworth asked. I forget whether 
I mentioned all my accomplishments. I am an Ox- 
ford man with a degree, and I can write tolerable 


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English. I Ve a fair head for figures, and I don^t 
require too large a salary.’’ 

Exactly,” Wingrave answered drily. You are 
altogether too desirable ! I should not require an Ad- 
mirable Crichton for my purpose.” 

Aynesworth remained unruffled. 

All right,” he said. You know best, of course ! 
Suppose you tell me what sort of a man would satisfy 
you ! ” 

Why should I ? ” Wingrave asked coldly. 

It would amuse me,” Aynesworth answered, and 
I ’ve come a mile or so out of my way, and given up 
a whole morning to come and see you. Go on! It 
won’t take long 1 ” 

Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. 

I will not remind you,” he said, that you came 
on your own initiative. I owe you the idea, however, 
so I will tell you the sort of person I shall look out 
for. In the first place, I do not require him to be a 
gentleman.” 

I can be a shocking bounder at times,” Aynes- 
worth murmured. 

He must be more a sort of an upper servant,” 
W^ingrave continued. I should require him to obey 
me implicitly, whatever I told him to do. You have 
a conscience, I presume ? ” 

Very little,” Aynesworth answered. I have been 
a journalist.” 

You have the remnants of one, at all events,” 
Wingrave said, quite sufficient, no doubt, to inter- 
fere with your possible usefulness to me. I must 
have someone who is poor — too poor to question my 
will, or to dispute my orders, whatever they might be.” 


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I have never, Aynesworth declared, “ possessed 
a superfluous half-crown in my life.” 

You probably possess what is called a sense of 
honour,” Wingrave continued. You would certainly 
disapprove of some of my proceedings, and you would 
probably disobey my orders.” 

Sense of honour ! ” Aynesworth repeated. You 
have too flattering an opinion of me. I don’t know 
what it is. I always cheat at cards if I get the 
chance.” 

Wingrave turned away. 

You are a fool,” he said, and you won’t suit 
me.” 

When can I come ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

You can stay now,” Wingrave answered* Your 
salary will be four hundred a year. You will live 
at my expense. The day you disobey an order of mine, 
you go! ]^o notice, mind! ” 

Agreed,” Aynesworth answered. What should 
I do flrst? Send you a tailor, I should think.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

I will give the afternoon to that sort of people,” 
he said. Here is a list of the tradesmen I used to 
deal with. Kindly avoid them.” 

Aynesworth glanced at the slip of paper, and 
nodded. 

All out-of-date now,” he remarked. I ’ll be back 
to lunch.” 


CHAPTER IV 


yl YHESWORTH was back in less than an hour. 

ZJk He carried under his arm a brown paper 
X JL parcel, the strings of which he commenced 
at once to untie. Wingrave, who had been engrossed 
in the contents of his deed box, watched him with 
immovable face. 

The tailor will be here at two-thirty,” he an- 


half an hour’s interval. The manicurist and the 
barber are coming at six o’clock.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

“ What have you there ? ” he asked, pointing to the 
parcel. 

Cigars and cigarettes, and jolly good ones, too,” 
Aynesworth answered, opening a flat tin box, and 
smelling the contents appreciatively. Try one of 
these ! The flnest Turkish tobacco grown I ” 

I don’t smoke,” Wingrave answered. 

Oh ! you ’ve got out of it, but you must pick it 
up again,” Aynesworth declared. Best thing out 
for the nerves — sort of humanises one, you know ! ” 
Humanises one, does it ? ” Wingrave remarked 
softly. Well, I’ll try I” 

He took a cigarette from the box, curtly inviting 
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What about lunch ? ” the latter asked. Would 
you care to come round with me to the Cannibal 
Club? Rather a Bohemian set, but there are always 
some good fellows there.’’ 

I am much obliged,” Wingrave answered. If 
you will ask me again in a few days’ time, I shall be 
very pleased. I do not wish to leave the hotel just at 
present.” 

Do you want me ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

N^ot until five o’clock,” Wingrave answered. I 
should be glad if you would leave me now, and return 
at that hour. In the meantime, I have a commission 
for you.” 

Good ! ” Aynesworth declared. What is it ? ” 

You will go,” Wingrave directed, to IsTo. 13, 
Cadogan Street, and you will enquire for Lady Ruth 
Barrington. If she should be out, ascertain the time 
of her return, and wait for her.” 

If she is out of town ? ” 

“ She is in London,” Wingrave answered. I 
have seen her from the window this morning. You 
will give her a message. Say that you come from 
me, and that I desire to see her to-morrow. The 
time and place she can fix, but I should prefer not 
to go to her house.” 

Aynesworth stooped down to relight his cigarette. 
He felt that Wingrave was watching him, and he 
wished to keep his face hidden. 

I am unknown to Lady Ruth,” he remarked. 

Supposing she should refuse to see me ? ” 

Wingrave looked at him coldly. 

I have told you what I wish done,” he said. 

The task does not seem to be a difficult one. 


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Please see to it that I have an answer by five 
o’clock ” 

Aynesworth lunched with a few of his particular 
friends at the club. They heard of his new adven- 
ture with somewhat doubtful approbation. 

You ’ll never stand the routine, old chap ! ” 

And what about your own work ! ” 

What will the Daily Scribbler people say ? ” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. 

I don’t imagine it will last very long,” he an- 
swered, “ and I shall get a fair amount of time to my- 
self. The work I do on the Daily Scribbler does n’t 
amount to anything. It was a chance I simply 
could n’t refuse.” 

The editor of a well-known London paper leaned 
back in his chair, and pinched a cigar carefully. 

You ’ll probably find the whole thing a sell,” he 
remarked. The story, as Lovell told it, sounded 
dramatic enough, and if the man were to come back 
to life again, fresh and vigorous, things might happen, 
provided, of course, that Lovell was right in his 
suppositions. But ten or twelve years’ solitary con- 
finement, although it mayn’t sound much on paper, 
is enough to crush all the life and energy out of a 
man.” 

Aynesworth shook his head. 

You have n’t seen him,” he said. I have ! ” 
What ’s he like, Walter ? ” another man asked. 

I can’t describe him,” Aynesworth answered. I 
should n’t like to try. I ’ll bring him here some day. 
You fellows shall see him for yourselves. I find him 
interesting enough.” 

The whole thing,” the editor declared, will fizzle 


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out. You see if it does n’t! A man who ’s just spent 
ten or twelve years in prison is n’t likely to run any 
risk of going there again. There will be no tragedy; 
more likely reconciliation.” 

Perhaps,” Aynesworth said imperturbably. But 
it was n’t only the possibility of anything of that sort 
happening, you know, which attracted me. It was the 
tragedy of the man himself, with his numbed, help- 
less life, set down here in the midst of us, with a 
great, blank chasm between him and his past. What 
is there left to drive the wheels? The events of one 
day are simple and monotonous enough to us, because 
they lean up against the events of yesterday, and the 
yesterdays before! How do they seem, I wonder, to 
a man whose yesterday was more than a decade of 
years ago ! ” 

The editor nodded. 

“ It must be a grim sensation,” he admitted, but 
I am afraid with you, my dear Walter, it is an affair 
of shop. You wish to cull from your interesting em- 
ployer the material for that ever-becoming novel of 
yours. Let ’s go upstairs ! I ’ve time for one pool.” 

I have n’t,” Aynesworth answered. I ’ve a com- 
mission to do.” 

He left the club and walked westwards, humming 
softly to himself, but thinking all the time intently. 
His errand disturbed him. He was to be the means 
of bringing together again these two people who had 
played the principal parts in Lovell’s drama — his 
new employer and the woman who had ruined his life. 
What was the object of it? What manner of ven- 
geance did he mean to deal out to her? Lovell’s 
words of premonition returned to him just then with 


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curious insistence — he was so certain that Win- 
grave’s reappearance would lead to tragical happen- 
ings, Ajnesworth himself never doubted it. His 
brief interview with the man into whose service he 
had almost forced himself, had impressed him won- 
derfully. Yet what weapon was there, save the crude 
one of physical force, with which Wingrave could 
strike ? 

He rang the bell at Ho. 13, Cadogan Street, and 
sent in his card by the footman. The man accepted 
it doubtfully. 

“ Her ladyship has only just got up from luncheon, 
sir, and she is not receiving this afternoon,” he 
announced. 

Aynesworth took hack his card, and scribbled upon 
it the name of the newspaper for which he still oc- 
casionally worked. 

Her ladyship will perhaps see me,” he said, hand- 
ing the card back to the man. It is a matter of 
business. I will not detain her for more than a few 
minutes.” 

The man returned presently, and ushered him into 
a small sitting-room. 

Her ladyship will be quite half an hour before she 
can see you, sir,” he said. 

“ I will wait,” Aynesworth answered, taking up a 
paper. 

The time passed slowly. At last, the door was 
opened. A woman, in a plain but exquisitely fitting 
black gown, entered. From Lovell’s description, 
Aynesworth recognised her at once, and yet, for a 
moment, he hesitated to believe that this was the 
woman whom he had come to see. The years had 


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indeed left lier nntouclied. Her figure was slight, 
almost girlish; her complexion as smooth, and her 
colouring, faint though it was, as delicate and natu- 
ral as a child’s. Her eyes were unusually large, and 
the lashes which shielded them heavy. It was when 
she looked at him that Aynesworth began to understand. 

She carried his card in her ‘hand, and glanced at 
it as he bowed. 

You are the Daily Scribbler/^ she said. You 
want me to tell you about my bazaar, I suppose.” 

I am attached to the Daily Scribbler, Lady Ruth 
Barrington,” Aynesworth answered ; but my busi- 
ness this afternoon has nothing to do with the paper. 
I have called with a message from — an old friend 
of yours.” 

She raised her eyebrows ever so slightly. The gra- 
ciousness of her manner was perceptibly abated. 

Indeed ! I scarcely understand you, Mr. — 
Aynesworth.” 

My message,” Aynesworth said, is from Sir 
Wingrave Seton.” 

The look of enquiry, half impatient, half interrog- 
ative, faded slowly from her face. She stood quite 
still; her impassive features seemed like a plaster 
cast, from which all life and feeling were drawn out. 
Her eyes began slowly to dilate, and she shivered as 
though with cold. Then the man who was watching 
her and wondering, knew that this was fear — fear 
undiluted and naked. 

He stepped forward, and placed a chair for her. 
She felt for the back of it with trembling fingers and 
sat down. 

Is — Sir Wingrave Seton — out of prison ? ” she 


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asked in a strange, dry tone. One would have thonglit 
that she had been choking. 

Since yesterday,’’ Aynesworth answered. 

But his time — is not up yet ? ” 

There is always a reduction,” Aynesworth re- 
minded her, for what is called good conduct.” 

She was silent for several moments. Then she 
raised her head. She was a brave woman, and she 
was rapidly recovering her self-possession. 

Well,” she asked, what does he want ? ” 

To see you,” Aynesworth answered, to-morrow 
afternoon, either here or at his apartments in the 
Clarence Hotel. He would prefer not to come here ! ” 
Are you his friend ? ” she asked. 

I am his secretary,” Aynesworth answered. 

You are in his confidence ? ” 

I only entered his service this morning,” he said. 

“ How much do you know,” she persisted, of the 
unfortunate affair which led — to his imprisonment ? ” 
I have been told the whole story,” Aynesworth 
answered. 

Her eyes rested thoughtfully upon his. It seemed 
as though she were trying to read in his face exactly 
what he meant by the whole story.” 

Then,” she said, do you think that anything 
but pain and unpleasantness can come of a meeting 
between us ? ” 

Lady Ruth,” Aynesworth answered, “ it is not 
for me to form an opinion. I am Sir Wingrave 
Seton’s secretary.” 

What is he going to do ? ” she asked. 

I have no idea,” he answered. 

Is he going abroad ? ” 


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I know notking of his plans/’ Aynesworth de- 
clared. “ What answer shall I take hack to him ? ” 
She looked at him earnestly. Gradually her face 
was softening. The frozen look was passing away. 
The expression was coming back to her eyes. She 
leaned a little towards him. Her voice, although it 
was raised above a whisper, was full of feeling. 

Mr. Aynesworth,” she murmured, I am afraid 
of Sir Wingrave Seton ! ” 

Aynesworth said nothing. 

I was always a little afraid of him,” she con- 
tinued, even in the days when we were friendly. 
He was so hard and unforgiving. I know he thinks 
that he has a grievance against me. He will have 
been brooding about it all these years. I dare not 
see him ! I — I am terrified ! ” 

If that is your answer,” Aynesworth said, I will 
convey it to him ! ” 

Her beautiful eyes were full of reproach. 

Mr. Aynesworth,” she said, in a low tone, for 
a young man you are very unsympathetic.” 

My position,” Aynesworth answered, does not 
allow me the luxury of considering my personal 
feelings.” 

She looked hurt. 

I forgot,” she said, looking for a moment upon 
the floor; you have probably been prejudiced against 
me. You have heard only one story. Listen ” — she 
raised her eyes suddenly, and leaned a little forward 
in her chair — some day, if you will come and see 
me when I am alone and we have time to spare, I will 
tell you the whole truth. I will tell you exactly what 
happened ! You shall judge for yourself ! ” 


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Aynesworth bowed. 

In the meantime ? ’’ 

Her eyes filled slowly with tears. Aynesworth 
looked away. He was miserably uncomfortable. 

You cannot be quite so hard-hearted as you try 
to seem, Mr. Aynesworth,” she said, quietly. I 
want to ask you a question. You must answer it! 
You don’t know how much it means to me. You are 
Sir Wingrave Seton’s secretary; you have access to 
all his papers. Have you seen any letters of mine? 
Do you know if he still has any in his possession ? ” 
My answer to both, questions is ^ ^Yo ! ’ ” Aynes- 
worth said, a little stiffly. I only entered the service 
of Sir Wingrave Seton this morning, and I know 
nothing at all, as yet, of his private affairs. And, 
Lady Ruth, you must forgive my reminding you that, 
in any case, I could not discuss such matters with 
you,” he added. 

She looked at him with a faint, strange smile. 
Afterwards, when he tried to do so, Aynesworth found 
it impossible to describe the expression which fiitted 
across her face. He only knew that it left him with 
the impression of having received a challenge. 

Incorruptible 1 ” she murmured. Sir Wingrave 
Seton is indeed a fortunate man.” 

There was a lingering sweetness in her tone which 
still had a note of mockery in it. Her silence left 
Aynesworth conscious of a vague sense of uneasiness. 
He felt that her eyes were raised to his, and for some 
reason, which he could not translate even into a def- 
inite thought, he wished to avoid them. The silence 
was prolonged. For long afterwards he remembered 
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intensity in the atmosphere. He was acutely conscious 
of small extraneous things, of the perfume of a great 
howl of hyacinths, the ticking of a tiny French clock, 
the restless drumming of her finger-tips upon the arm 
of her chair. All the time he seemed actually to feel 
her eyes, commanding, impelling, beseeching him to 
turn round. He did so at last, and looked her full 
in the face. 

Lady Ruth,” he said, will you favour me with 
an answer to my message ? ” 

Certainly,” she answered, smiling quite natu- 
rally. I will come and see Sir Wingrave Seton at 
four o’clock to-morrow afternoon. You can tell him 
that I think it rather an extraordinary request, hut 
under the circumstances I will do as he suggests. He 
is staying at the Clarence, I presume, under his own 
name ? I shall have no difficulty in finding him ? ” 

He is staying there under his own name,” Aynes- 
worth answered, and I will see that you have no 
difficulty.” 

So kind of you,” she murmured, holding out her 
hand. And again there was something mysterious 
in her eyes as she raised them to him, as though 
there existed between them already some understand- 
ing which mocked the conventionality of her words. 
Aynesworth left the house, and lit a cigarette upon 
the pavement outside with a little sigh of relief. He 
felt somehow humiliated. Hid she fancy, he won- 
dered, that he was a callow boy to dance to any tune 
of her piping — that he had never before seen a 
beautiful woman who wanted her own way? 


CHAPTEK V 


what/’ Wingrave asked his secretary as 
ZJk they sat at dinner that night, did yon 
X ^ think of Lady Euth ? ” 

In plain words, I should not like to tell you,” 
Aynesworth answered. I only hope that you will 
not send me to see her again.” 

^^Why not?” 

“ Lady Euth,” Aynesworth answered deliberately, 
is a very beautiful woman, with all the most dan- 
gerous gifts of Eve when she wanted her own way. 
She did me the scanty honour of appraising me as 
an easy victim, and she asked me questions.” 

“ Eor instance ? ” 

She wanted me to tell her if you still had in your 
possession certain letters of hers,” Aynesworth said. 
Good ! What did you say ? ” 

I told her, of course,” Aynesworth continued, 
“ that having been in your service for a few hours 
only, I was scarcely in a position to know. I ven- 
tured further to remind her that such questions, ad- 
dressed from her to me, were, to say the least of it, 
improper.” 

Wingrave’s lips parted in what should have been 
a smile, but the spirit of mirth was lacking. 

And then ? ” 


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There was nothing else,” Aynesworth answered. 

She simply dismissed me.” 

I can see,” Wingrave remarked, your grievance. 
You are annoyed because she regarded you as too easy 
a victim.” 

Perhaps,” Aynesworth admitted. 

There was some excuse for her, after all,” Win- 
grave continued coolly. She possesses powers which 
you yourself have already admitted, and you, I should 
say, are a fairly impressionable person, so far as her 
sex is concerned. Confess now, that she did not leave 
you altogether indifferent.” 

Perhaps not,” Aynesworth admitted reluctantly. 
He did not care to say more. 

In case you should feel any curiosity on the sub- 
ject,” Wingrave remarked, I may tell you that I have 
those letters which she was so anxious to know about, 
and I shall keep them safe — even from you ! You can 
amuse yourself with her if you like. You will never 
be able to tell her more than I care for her to know.” 

Aynesworth continued his dinner in silence. After 
all, he was beginning to fear that he had made a 
mistake. Lovell had somehow contrived to impart a 
subtly tragic note to his story, hut the outcome of it 
all seemed to assume a more sordid aspect. These 
two would meet, there would he recriminations, a 
tragic appeal for forgiveness, possibly some melo- 
dramatic attempt at vengeance. The glamour of the 
affair seemed to him to be fading away, now that he 
had come into actual contact with it. It was not until 
he began to study his companion during a somewhat 
prolonged silence that he felt the reaction. It was 
then that he began to see new things, that he felt the 


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enthusiasin kindled by LovelFs strangely told story 
begin to revive. It v^as not the watching for events 
more or less commonplace which would repay him 
for the step he had taken; it was the study of this 
man, placed in so strange a position, — a man come 
back to life, after years of absolute isolation. He 
had broken away from the chain which links together 
men of similar tastes and occupations, and which goes 
to the creation of type. He was in a unique position ! 
He was in the world, but not of it. He was groping 
about amongst familiar scenes, over which time had 
thrown the pall of unfamiliarity. What manner of 
place would he find — what manner of place did he 
desire to find? It was here that the real interest of 
the situation culminated. At least, so Aynesworth 
thought then. 

They were dining at a restaurant in the Strand, 
which Aynesworth had selected as representing one, 
the more wealthy, type of Bohemian life. The dinner 
and wine had been of his choosing. Wingrave had 
stipulated only for the best. Wingrave himself 
had eaten very little, the bottle of wine stood half 
empty between them. The atmosphere of the place, 
the effect of the wine, the delicate food, and the 
music, were visible to a greater or less degree, accord- 
ing to temperament, amongst all the other little groups 
of men and women by whom they were surrounded. 
Wingrave alone remained unaffected. He was care- 
fully and correctly dressed in clothes borrowed from 
his new tailor, and he showed not the slightest signs 
of strangeness or gaucherie amongst his unfamiliar 
surroundings. He looked about him always, with the 
cold, easy nonchalance of the man of the world. Of 


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being recognised be bad not tbe slightest fear. His 
frame and bearing, and tbe brigbtness"nof bis deep, 
strong eyes, still belonged to early middle age, but 
bis face itself, worn and hardened, was tbe face of an 
elderly man. Tbe more Ayneswortb watched him, 
tbe more puzzled be felt. 

I am afraid,’’ be remarked, that you are dis- 
appointed in this place.” 

Hot at all,” Wingrave answered. It is typical of 
a class, I suppose. It is tbe sort of place I wished to visit. ” 
In a corner of tbe room Ayneswortb bad recognised 
a friend and fellow clubman, who was acting at a 
neighbouring theatre. He was dining with some 
young ladies of bis company, and beckoned to Aynes- 
wortb to come over and join them. He pointed them 
out to Wingrave. 

Would you care to be introduced ? ” be asked. 
Holiwell is a very good fellow, and tbe girls might 
interest you. Two of them are Americans, and they 
are very popular.” 

Wingrave shook bis bead. 

Thank you, no ! ” be said. I should be glad 
to meet your friend some time when be is alone.” 

It was tbe first intimation which Ayneswortb had 
received of bis companion’s sentiments as regards the 
other sex. Years afterwards, when bis attitude 
towards them was often quoted as being one of the 
extraordinary features of an extraordinary personality, 
he remembered his perseverance on this occasion. 

You have not spoken to a woman for so many 
years,” be persisted. Why not renew the experi- 
ence? Hothing so humanising, you know — not even 
cigarettes.” 


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41 


Wingrave’s face fell, if possible, into sterner lines. 
His tone was cold and hard. 

My scheme of life,’^ he said, may he recon- 
structed more than once before I am satisfied. But 
I can assure you of this ! There will be no serious 
place in it for women ! ” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. He never 
doubted but that in a month or two his vis-a-vis would 
talk differently. 

Your scheme of life,” he repeated thoughtfully. 

That sounds interesting! Have you any objection, 
I wonder, to telling me what manner of life you pro- 
pose to lead ? ” 

It was several moments before Wingrave answered 
him. He was smoking a cigar in a mechanical sort 
of way, but he obviously derived no pleasure from 
it. Yet Aynesworth noticed that some instinct had 
led him to choose the finest brand. 

Perhaps,” he said, letting his eyes rest coldly 
upon his questioner, if I told you all that was in 
my mind you would waive your month’s salary and 
get back to your journalism ! ” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. 

Why should you suppose that ? ” he asked. I 
am not a moralist myself, nor am I the keeper of 
your conscience. I don’t think that you could frighten 
me off just yet.” 

nevertheless,” Wingrave admitted, there are 
times when I fear that we shall not get on together. 
I begin to suspect that you have a conscience.” 

You are the first,” Aynesworth assured him, 
who has ever flattered me to that extent.” 

It may be elastic, of course,” Wingrave continued. 


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but I suspect its existence. I warn you that asso- 
ciation with me will try it hard.” 

I accept the challenge,” Aynesworth answered 
lightly. 

You are rasher than you imagine,” Wingrave 
declared. For instance, I have admitted to you, 
have I not, that I am interested in my fellow crea- 
tures, that I want to mix with them and watch them 
at their daily lives. Let me assure you that that 
interest is not a benevolent one.” 

I never fancied that you were a budding philan- 
thropist,” Aynesworth remarked, lighting a fresh 
cigarette. 

I find myself,” Wingrave continued thoughtfully, 
in a somewhat unique position. I am one of the 
ordinary human beings with whom the world is 
peopled, but I am not conscious of any of the usual 
weaknesses of sentiment or morality. For instance, 
if that gentleman with the red face, who has obvi- 
ously eaten and drunk too much, were to have an 
apoplectic fit at the moment, and die in his chair, it 
would not shock or distress me in the least. On the 
contrary, I should be disposed to welcome his removal 
from a world which he obviously does nothing to 
adorn.” 

Aynesworth glanced at the person in question. He 
was a theatrical agent and financier of stock com- 
panies, whom he knew very well by sight. 

I suppose,” Wingrave continued, that I was 
born with the usual moral sentiments, and the usual 
feelings of kinship towards my fellow creatures. Cir- 
cumstances, however, have wholly destroyed them. To 
me, men have become the puppets and women the 


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dancing dolls of life. My interest in them, if it exists 
at all, is malevolent. I should like to see them all 
suffer exactly as I have suffered. It would interest 
me exceedingly.’’ 

Still Aynesworth remained silent. He was anxious 
to hear all that was in the other’s mind, and he feared 
lest any interruption might divert him. 

There are men in the world,” Wingrave con- 
tinued, called philanthropists, amiable, obese crea- 
tures as a rule, whose professed aim in life it is to 
do as much good as possible. I take my stand upon 
the other pole. It is my desire to encourage and to 
work as much evil as possible. I wish to bring all 
the suffering I can upon those who come within the 
sphere of my influence.” 

You are likely,” Aynesworth remarked, to 
achieve popularity.” 

Wingrave regarded him steadfastly. 

Your speech,” he said, is flippant, but you 
yourself* do not realise how near it comes to the 
truth. Human beings are like dogs — they are always 
ready to lick the hand that flogs them. I mean to 
use the scourge whenever I can seize the opportunity, 
but you will find the jackals at my heels, nevertheless, 
whenever T choose to whistle.” 

Aynesworth helped himself to a liqueur. He felt 
that he needed it. 

One weakness alone distresses me,” Wingrave 
continued. In all ordinary matters of sentiment I 
am simply a negation. There is one antipathy, how- 
ever, which I find it hard to overcome. The very 
sight of a woman, or the sound of her voice, ^ dis- 
tresses me. This is the more unfortunate,” he con- 


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tinued, because it is upon tbe shoulders of her sex 
that the greater portion of my debt to my fellow 
creatures rests. However, time may help me! ” 
Aynesworth leaned back in his chair, and con- 
templated his companion for the next few moments 
in thoughtful silence. It was hard, he felt, to take a 
man who talked like this seriously. His manner was 
convincing, his speech deliberate and assured. There 
was not the slightest doubt but that he meant what 
he said, yet it seemed to Aynesworth equally certain 
that the time would come, and come quickly, when 
the unnatural hardness of the man would yield to the 
genial influence of friendship, of pleasure, of the 
subtle joys of freedom. Those past days of hideous 
monotony, of profltless, debasing toil, the long, sleep- 
less nights, the very nightmare of life to a man of 
Wingrave’s culture and habits, might well have poi- 
soned his soul, have filled him with ideas such as 
these. But everything was so different now! The 
history of the world could show no epoch when pleas- 
ures so many and various were there for the man who 
carries the golden key. To-day he was a looker-on, 
and the ice of his years of bitterness had not melted. 
To-morrow, at any moment, he might catch a whiff 
of the fragrance of life, and the blood in his veins 
would move to a different tune. This was how it 
seemed to Aynesworth, as he studied his companion 
through the faint blue mist of tobacco smoke. 

This expression of your sentiments,” he remarked 
at last, is interesting so far as it goes. I am, how- 
ever, a practical person, and my connection with you 
is of a practical order. You don’t propose, I presume, 
to promenade the streets with a cat-o’-nine-tails ? ” 


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45 


Your curiosity,” Wingrave remarked, is reason- 
able. To-morrow I may gratify some portion of it 
after my interview with Lady Ruth. In the mean- 
time, I might remark that to the observant person 
who has wits and money, the opportunities for doing 
evil present theniselves, I think, with reasonable fre- 
quency. I do not propose, however, to leave things 
altogether to chance.” 

A definite scheme of ill-doing,” Aynesworth ven- 
tured to suggest, would be more satisfactory ? ” 

Exactly,” he admitted. 

He called for the bill, and his eyes wandered once 
more around the room as the waiter counted out 
the change. The band were playing the V alse 
Amoureuse ” ; the air was grown heavy with the 
odour of tobacco and the mingled perfumes of flowers 
and scents. A refrain of soft laughter followed the 
music. An after-dinner air pervaded the place. Win- 
grave’s lip curled. 

My lack of kinship with my fellows,” he re'- 
marked, is exceedingly well defined just now. I 
agree with the one philosopher who declared that ^ eat- 
ing and drinking are functions which are better per- 
formed in private.’ ” 

The two men went on to a theatre. The play was 
a society trifie — a thing of the moment. Wingrave 
listened gravely, without a smile or any particular 
sign of interest. At the end of the second act, he 
turned towards his companion. 

The lady in the box opposite,” he remarked, de- 
sires to attract your attention.” 

Aynesworth looked up and recognised Lady Ruth. 
She was fanning herself languidly, but her eyes were 


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fixed upon the two men. She leaned a little forward, 
and her gesture was unmistakable. 

Aynesworth rose to his feet a little doubtfully. 

You had better go,” Wingrave said. “ Present 
my compliments and excuses. I feel that a meeting 
now would amount to an ante-climax.” 

Aynesworth made his way upstairs. Lady Ruth 
was alone, and he noticed that she had withdrawn 
to a chair where she was invisible to the house. Even 
Aynesworth himself could not see her face clearly at 
first, for she had chosen the darkest corner of the 
box. He gathered an impression of a gleaming white 
neck and bosom rising and falling rather more quickly 
than was natural, eyes which shone softly through the 
gloom, and the perfume of white roses, a great cluster 
of which lay upon the box ledge. Her voice was 
scarcely raised above a whisper. 

That is — Sir Wingrave with you ? ” 

Yes ! ” Aynesworth answered. It was he who 
saw you first ! ” 

She seemed to catch her breath. Her voice was 
still tremulous. 

He is changed,” she said. I should not have 
recognised him.” 

They were the best ten years of his life,” Aynes- 
worth answered. “ Think of how and in what sur- 
roundings he has been compelled to live. Ho wonder 
that he has had the humanity hammered out of 
him.” 

She shivered a little. 

Is he always like this ? ” she asked. I have 
watched him. He never smiles. He looks as hard as 
fate itself.” 


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I have known him only a few hours,” Aynes- 
worth reminded her. 

I dare not come to-morrow,” she whispered ; I 
am afraid of him.” 

Do you wish me to tell him so ? ” he asked. 

I don’t know,” she answered. You are very 
unfeeling, Mr. Aynesworth.” 

“ I hope not,” he answered, and looked away towards 
the orchestra. He did not wish to meet her eyes. 

You are ! ” she murmured. I have no one to 
whom I dare speak — of this. I dare not mention 
his name to my husband. It was my evidence which 
convicted him, and I can see, I know, that he is vin- 
dictive. And he has those letters! Oh! if I could 
only get them back ! ” 

Her voice trembled with an appeal whispered hut 
passionate. It was wonderful how musical and yet 
how softly spoken her words were. They were like 
live things, and the few feet of darkened space through 
which they had passed seemed charged with magnetic 
influence. 

Mr. Aynesworth ! ” 

He turned and faced her. 

Can’t you help me ? ” 

I cannot. Lady Ruth.” 

The electric bell rang softly from outside, and the 
orchestra commenced to play. Lady Ruth rose and 
looked at herself in the mirror. Then she turned 
and smiled at her visitor. The pallor of her face 
was no longer unnatural. She was a wonderful 
woman. 

I shall come to-morrow,” she said. Shall I see 
you ? ” 


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That,” he answered, depends upon Sir Win- 
grave.” 

She made a little grimace as she dismissed him. 
Wingrave did not speak to his companion for some 
time after he had resumed his seat. Then he inclined 
his head towards him. 

Have jou come to terms with her ladyship ? ” 
he asked drily. 

Hot yet ! ” Aynesworth answered. 

“ You can name your own price,” he continued. 

She will pay ! Don’t he afraid of making her bid 
up. She has a good deal at stake ! ” 

Aynesworth made no reply. He was thinking how 
easy it would he to hate this man ! 


CHAPTEE VI 


YE’ESWOETH was waiting in the hall on the 
Z-A following afternoon when Ladj Euth ar- 
X -A rived. He had half expected that she would 
drive up to the side door in a hansom, would wear 
a thick veil, and adopt the other appurtenances of a 
clandestine meeting. But Lady Euth was much too 
clever a woman for anything of the sort. She de- 
scended at the great front entrance from her own 
electric coupe, and swept into the hotel followed by 
her maid. She stopped to speak to the manager of the 
hotel, who knew her from her visits to the world- 
famous restaurant, and she asked at once for Sir 
Wingrave Seton. Then she saw Aynesworth, and 
crossed the hall with outstretched hand. 

How nice of you to be here,’’ she murmured. 
Can you take me to Sir Wingrave at once ? I have 
such a busy afternoon that I was afraid at the last 
moment that I should be unable to come ! ” 
Aynesworth led her towards the lift. 

Sir Wingrave is in his sitting-room,” he remarked. 
It is only on the first fioor.” 

She directed her maid where to wait, and followed 
him. On the way down the corridor, he stole a glance 
at her. She was a little pale, and he could see that she 
had nerved herself to this interview with a great 
effort. As he knocked at the door, her great eyes were 
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raised for a moment to his, and they were like the 
eyes of a frightened child. 

I am afraid ! she murmured. 

There was no time for more. They were in the 
room, and Wingrave had risen to meet them. Lady 
Ruth did not hesitate for a moment. She crossed the 
room towards him with outstretched hands. Aynes- 
worth, who was standing a little on one side, watched 
their meeting with intense, though covert interest. 
She had pushed back her veil, her head was a little 
upraised in a mute gesture of appeal. 

She was pale to the lips, but her eyes were soft 
with hidden tears. Wingrave stood stonily silent, like 
a figure of fate. His hands remained by his sides. 
Her welcome found no response from him. She came 
to a standstill, and, swaying a little, stretched out her 
hand and steadied herself by grasping the back of a 
chair. 

Wingrave,” she murmured, and her voice was f ull 
of musical reproach. 

Aynesworth turned to leave the room, but Win- 
grave, looking over her head, addressed him. 

You will remain here, Aynesworth,” he said. 

There are some papers at that desk which require 
sorting.” 

Aynesworth hesitated. He had caught the look on 
Lady Ruth’s face. 

If you could excuse me for half an hour. Sir 
Wingrave,” he began. 

I cannot spare you at present,” Wingrave in- 
terrupted. Kindly remain ! ” 

Aynesworth had no alternative but to obey. Win- 
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51 


at her steadfastly. There were no signs of any sort 
of emotion in his face. Whatever their relations in 
the past might have been, it was hard to believe, from 
his present demeanour, that he felt any. 

Wingrave,” she said softly, are you going to he 
unkind to me — you, whom I have always thought of 
in my dreams as the most generous of men! I have 
looked forward so much to seeing you again — to 
knowing that you were free I Don’t disappoint me ! ” 

Wingrave laughed shortly, and Aynesworth bent 
closer over his work, with a gathering frown upon 
his forehead. A mirthless laugh is never a pleasant 
sound. 

Disappoint you!” he repeated calmly. ^^^To! 
I must try and avoid that! You have been looking 
forward with so much joy to this meeting then? I 
am battered.” 

She shivered a little. 

I have looked forward to it,” she answered, and 
her voice was dull and lifeless with pain. But you 
are not glad to see me,” she continued. There is 
no welcome in your face ! You are changed — alto- 
gether ! Why did you send for me ? ” 

Listen ! ” 

There was a moment’s silence. Wingrave was 
standing upon the hearthrug, cold, passionless. Sphinx- 
like. Lady Ruth was seated a few feet away, but her 
face was hidden. 

You owe me something ! ” he said. 

Owe — you something ? ” she repeated vaguely. 

“ Do you deny it ? ” he said. 

Oh, no, no! ” she declared with emotion. Rot 
for a moment.” 


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I want/’ he said, to give yon an opportunity 
of repaying some portion of that debt ! ” 

She raised her eyes to his. Her whispered words 
came so softly that they were almost inaudible. 

I am waiting,” she said. Tell me what I can 
do!” 

He commenced to speak at some length, very im- 
passively, very deliberately. 

You will doubtless appreciate the fact,” he said, 
that my position, to-day, is a somewhat peculiar 
one. I have had enough of solitude. I am rich! I 
desire to mix once more on equal terms amongst my 
fellows. And against that, I have the misfortune to 
be a convicted felon, who has spent the last ten or a 
dozen years amongst the scum of the earth, engaged 
in degrading tasks, and with no identity save a num- 
ber. The position, as you will doubtless observe, is a 
difficult one.” 

Her eyes fell from his. Once more she shivered, 
as though with physical pain. Something that was 
like a smile, only that it was cold and lifeless, flitted 
across his lips. 

I have no desire,” he continued, to live in for- 
eign countries. On the contrary, I have plans which 
necessitate my living in England. The difficulties 
by this time, are, without doubt, fully apparent to 
you.” 

She said nothing. Her eyes were once more watch- 
ng his face. 

My looking-glass,” he continued, shows me 
that I am changed beyond any reasonable chance 
of recognition. I do not believe that the Wingrave 
Seton of to-day would readily be recognised as the 


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Wingrave Seton of twelve years ago. But I propose 
to make assurance doubly sure. I am leaving this 
country for several years, at once. I shall go to 
America, and I shall return as Mr. Wingrave, mil- 
lionaire — I propose, by the way, to make money 
there. I desire, under that identity, to take my place 
once more amongst my fellows. I shall bring letters 
of introduction — to you.’^ 

There was a long and somewhat ominous silence! 
Lady Ruth’s eyes were fixed upon the fioor. She was 
thinking, and thinking rapidly, but there were no signs 
of it in her pale drawn face. At last she looked up. 

There is my husband,” she said. He would 
recognise you, if no one else did.” 

You are a clever woman,” he answered. I 
leave it to you to deal with your husband as seems 
best to you.” 

Other people,” she faltered, would recognise 
you 1 ” 

Do me the favour,” he begged her, to look at 
me carefully for several moments. You doubtless 
have some imperfect recollection of what I was. 
Compare it with my present appearance ! I venture 
to think that you will agree with me. Recognition 
is barely possible.” 

Again there was silence. Lady Ruth seemed to 
have no words, but there was the look of a frightened 
child upon her face. 

I am sorry,” he continued, that the idea does 
not appeal to you! I can understand that my pres- 
ence may serve to recall a period which you and your 
husband would doubtless prefer to forget ” 

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A little staccato cry of pain; a cry whicli seemed 
to spring into life from a tortured heart, broke from 
her lips. Aynesworth heard it, and, at that moment, 
he hated his employer. Wingrave paused for a mo- 
ment politely, and then continued. 

But after all,” he said, I can assure you that 
you will find very little in the Mr. Wingrave' of l^ew 
York to remind you of the past. I shall do my utmost 
to win for myself a place in your esteem, which will 
help you to forget the other relationship, which, if 
my memory serves me, used once to exist between 
us ! ” 

She raised her head. Either she realised that, for 
the present, the man was immune against all senti- 
ment, or his calm brutality had had a correspondingly 
hardening effect upon her. 

If I agree,” she said, will you give me back my 
letters ? ” 

ISTo ! ” he answered. 

What are you going to do with them ? ” 

It depends,” he said, upon you. I enter into 
no engagement. I make no promises. I simply re- 
mind you that it would be equally possible for me 
to take my place in the world as a rehabilitated Win- 
grave Seton. Ten years ago I yielded to sentiment. 
To-day I have outlived it.” 

Ten years ago,” she murmured, you were a 
hero. God knows what you are now ! ” 

Exactly ! ” he answered smoothly. I am free 
to admit that I am a puzzle to myself. I find myself, 
in fact, a most interesting study.” 

I consent,” she said, with a little shudder. I 
am going now.” 


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You are a sensible woman/’ he answered. 

Aynesworth, show Lady Ruth to her carriage.” 

She rose to her feet. Hung from her neck by a 
chain of fine gold, was a large Chinchilla muff. She 
stood before him, and her hands had sought its shelter. 
Timidly she withdrew one. 

Will you shake hands with me, Wingrave ? ” she 
asked timidly. 

He shook his head. 

Forgive me,” he said; I may better my man- 
ners in America, but at present I cannot.” 

She passed out of the room. Aynesworth followed, 
closing the door behind them. In the corridor she 
stumbled, and caught at his arm for support. 

Don’t speak to me,” she gasped. Take me 
where I can sit down.” 

He found her a quiet corner in the drawing-room. 
She sat perfectly still for nearly five minutes, with 
her eyes closed. Then she opened them, and looked 
at her companion. 

Mr. Aynesworth,” she said, are you so poor 
that you must serve a man like that ? ” 

He shook his head. 

It is not poverty/’ he answered. I knew his 
history, and I am interested in him ! ” 

You write novels, don’t you ? ” she asked. 

“ I try,” he answered. His story fascinated me. 
He stands to-day in a unique position to life. I 
want to see how he will come out of it.” 

You knew his story — the truth ? ” 

Everything,” he answered. I heard it from a 
journalist who was in court, his only friend, the only 
man who knew.” 


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Where is he now ? ” 

On his way to Japan.’’ 

She drew a little breath between her teeth. 

There were rumours,” she said. It was hard for 
me at first, hut I lived them down. I was very young 
then. I ought not to have accepted his sacrifice. I 
wish to heaven I had not. I wish that I had faced 
the scandal then. It is worse to be in the power of 
a man like this to-day ! Mr. Aynesworth ! ” 

Lady Ruth ! ” 

Do you think that he has the right to keep those 
letters ? ” 

I cannot answer that question.” 

Will you he my friend ? ” 

So far as I can — in accordance with my obliga- 
tions to my employer! ” 

She tried him no further then, but rose and walked 
slowly out of the room. He found her maid, and 
saw them to their carriage. Then he returned to the 
sitting-room. Wingrave was smoking a cigarette. 

I am trying the humanising influence,” he re- 
marked. Got rid of her ladyship ? ” 

Lady Ruth has just gone,” Aynesworth an- 
swered. 

Have you promised to steal the letters yet ? ” he 
enquired. 

Hot yet ! ” 

Her dainty ladyship has not bid high enough, I 
suppose,” he continued. Don’t be afraid to open 
your mouth. There ’s another woman there besides 
— the Lady Ruth Barrington, who opens bazaars, and 
patronises charity, and entertains Royalty. Ask what 
you want and she ’ll pay ! ” 


THE MALEFACTOR 57 

What a brute you are ! ” Ayneswortb exclaimed 
involuntarily. 

Of course I am,” he admitted. I know that. 
But whose fault is it ? It is n’t mine. I Ve lived the 
life of a brute creature for ten years. You don’t 
abuse a one-legged man, poor devil. I ’ve had other 
things amputated. I was like you once. It seemed 
all right to me to go under to save a woman’s honour. 
You never have. Therefore, I say you ’ve no right 
to call me a brute. Personally, I don’t object. It is 
simply a matter of equity.” 

I amend it,” Aynesworth declared. You are 
acting like a brute.” 

Precisely. I did n’t make myself what I am. 
Prison did it. Go and try ten years yourself, and 
you ’ll find you will have to grope about for your 
fine emotions. Are you coming to America with 
me ? ” 

I suppose so,” Aynesworth answered. When do 
we start ? ” 

Saturday week.” 

Sport west, or civilisation east ? ” 

Both,” Wingrave answered. Here is a list of 
the kit which we shall require. Add yourself the 
things which I have forgotten. I pay for both ! ” 

Very good of you,” Aynesworth answered. 

Hot at all. I don’t suppose you ’d come without. 
Can you shoot ? ” 

A hit,” he admitted. 

Be particular about the rifles. I can take you to 
a little corner in Canada where the bears don’t stand 
on ceremony. Put everything in hand, and be ready 
to come down to Cornwall with me on Monday.” 


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Cornwall ! ’’ Aynesworth exclaimed. What on 
earth are we going to do in Cornwall ? ’’ 

I have an estate there, the home of my ancestors, 
which I am going to sell. I am the last of the Setons, 
fortunately, and I am going to smash the family tree, 
sell the heirlooms, and burn the family records ! ’’ 

I should n^t if I were you,” Aynesworth said 
quietly. You are a young man yet. You may 
come hack to your own ! ” 

Meaning?” 

You may smoke enough cigarettes to become actu> 
ally humanised ! One can never tell ! I have knowm 
men proclaim themselves cynics for life, who have 
been making idiots of themselves with their own chil- 
dren in five years.” 

Wingrave nodded gravely. 

True enough,” he answered. But the one thing 
which no man can mistake is death. Listen, and I 
will quote some poetry to you. I think — it is some- 
thing like this : — 

^ The rivers of ice may melt, and the mountains 
crumble into dust, but the heart of a dead man is 
like the seed plot unsown. Green grass shall not 
sprout there, nor fiowers blossom, nor shall all the 
ages of eternity show there any sign of life.^ ” 

He spoke as though he had been reading from a 
child’s Primer. When he had finished, he replaced 
his cigarette between his teeth. 

I am a dead nian,” he said calmly. Dead as 
the wildest seed plot in God’s most forgotten acre ! ” 


CHAPTEE YII 


S HE came slowly towards the two men through 
the overgrown rose garden, a thin, pale, wild- 
eyed child, dressed in most uncompromising 
black. It was a matter of doubt whether she was the 
more surprised to see them, or they to find anyone 
else, in this wilderness of desolation. They stood face 
to face with her upon the narrow path. 

Have you lost your way ? ” she enquired politely. 
We were told,’’ Aynesworth answered, that there 
was a gate in the wall there, through which we could 
get on to the cliffs.” 

Who told you so ? ” she asked. 

The housekeeper,” Aynesworth answered. I 
will not attempt to pronounce her name.” 

Mrs. Tresfarwin,” the child said. It is not 
really difficult. But she had no right to send you 
through here ! It is all private, you know ! ” 

And you ? ” Aynesworth asked with a smile, you 
have permission, I suppose ? ” 

Yes ! ” she answered. I have lived here all 
my life. I go where I please. Have you seen the 
pictures ? ” 

We have just been looking at them,” Aynesworth 
answered. 

Are n’t they beautiful ? ” she exclaimed. I — 
oh!” 


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She sat suddenly down on a rough wooden seat 
and commenced to cry. For the first time Wingrave 
looked at her with some apparent interest. 

Why, what is the matter with you, child ? ’’ Aynes- 
worth exclaimed. 

I have loved them so all my life,” she sobbed ; 
the pictures, and the house, and the gardens, and 
now I have to go away! I don’t know where! 
body seems to know ! ” 

Aynesworth looked down at her black frock. 

You have lost someone, perhaps ? ” he said. 

My father,” she answered quietly. He was 
organist here, and he died last week.” 

And you have no other relatives ? ” he asked. 

ISTone at all. 'No one — seems — quite to know — 
what is going to become of me ! ” she sobbed. 

Where are you staying now ? ” he enquired. 

With an old woman who used to look after our 
cottage,” she answered. But she is very poor, and 
she cannot keep me any longer. Mrs. Colson says 
that I must go and work, and I am afraid. I don’t 
know anyone except at Tredowen ! And I don’t know 
how to work! And I don’t want to go away from 
the pictures, and the garden, and the sea! It is all 
so beautiful, is n’t it ? Don’t you love Tredowen ? ” 

Well, I have n’t been here very long, you see,” 
Aynesworth explained. 

Wingrave spoke for the first time. His eyes were 
fixed upon the child, and Aynesworth could see that 
she shrank from his cold, unsympathetic scrutiny. 

What is your name ? ” he asked. 

J uliet Lundy,” she answered. 

How long was your father organist at the church ? ” 


THE MALEFACTOR 61 

I don’t know,” ske answered. Ever since I was 
born, and before.” 

And how old are yon ? ” 

Fourteen next birthday.” 

And all that time,” he asked, has there been no 
one living at Tredowen ? ” 

'No one except Mrs. Tresfarwin,” she answered. 
It belongs to a very rich man who is in prison.” 
Wingrave’s face was immovable. He stood on one 
side, however, and turned towards his companion. 

We are keeping this young lady,” he remarked, 
from what seems to be her daily pilgrimage. I 
wonder whether it is really the pictures, or Mrs. 
Tresfarwin’s cakes ? ” 

She turned her shoulder upon him in silent scorn, 
and looked at Aynesworth a little wistfully. 

Good-bye ! ” she said. 

He waved his hand as he strolled after Wingrave. 

There you are, Mr. Lord of the Manor,” he said. 
You can’t refuse to do something for the child. Her 
father was organist at your own church, and a hard 
struggle he must have had of it, with an absentee 
landlord, and a congregation of seagulls, I should 
think.” 

Are you joking? ” Wingrave asked coldly. 

I was never more in earnest in my life,” Aynes- 
worth answered. The girl is come from gentlefolks. 
Did you see what a delicate face she had, and how 
nicely she spoke ? You would n’t have her sent out 
as a servant, would you ? ” 

Wingrave looked at his companion ominously. 

You have a strange idea of the duties of a land- 
lord,” he remarked. Do you seriously suppose that 


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I am responsible for the future of every brat who 
grows up on this estate ? ’’ 

Of course not ! ” Aynesworth answered. You 
must own for yourself that this case is exceptional. 
Let us go down to the Vicarage and enquire about 
it.’’ 

I shall do nothing of the sort,” Wingrave an- 
swered. E’er will you ! Do you see the spray com- 
ing over the clilf s there ? The sea must be worth 
watching.” 

Aynesworth walked by his side in silence. He 
dared not trust himself to speak. Wingrave climbed 
with long, rapid strides to the summit of the head- 
land, and stood there with his face turned seawards. 
The long breakers were sweeping in from the Atlantic 
with a low, insistent roar; as far as the eye could 
reach the waves were crusted with white foam. Every 
now and then the spray fell around the two men in 
a little dazzling shower; the very atmosphere was 
salt. About their heads the seagulls whirled and 
shrieked. From the pebbled beach to the horizon there 
was nothing to break the monotony of that empty waste 
of waters. 

Wingrave stood perfectly motionless, with his eyes 
fixed upon the horizon. Minute after minute passed, 
and he showed no signs of moving. Aynesworth found 
himseK presently engaged in watching him. Thoughts 
must be passing through his brain. He wondered what 
they were. It was here that he had spent his boy- 
hood; barely an hour ago the two men had stood 
before the picture of his father. It was here, if any- 
where, that he might regain some part of his older 
and more natural self. Was it a struggle, he won- 


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dered, that was going on within the man? There 
were no signs of it in his face. Simply he stood and 
looked, and looked, as though, by infinite persever- 
ance, the very horizon itself might recede, and the 
thing for which he sought become revealed. . . . 

Aynesworth turned away at last, and there, not 
many yards behind, apparently watching them, stood 
the child. He waved his hand and advanced towards 
her. Her eyes were fixed upon Wingrave half 
fearfully. 

I am afraid of the other gentleman,” she whis- 
pered, as he reached her side. Will you come a 
little way with me? I will show you a seagull’s 
nest ! ” 

They left Wingrave where he was, and went hand 
in hand along the cliff side. She was a curious mix- 
ture of shyness and courage. She talked very little, 
but she gripped her companion’s fingers tightly, 

I can show you,” she said, where the seagulls 
build, and I can tell you the very spot in the sea 
where the sun goes down night after night. There 
are some baby seagulls in one of the nests, but I 
dare n’t go very near, for the mother bird is so strong. 
Father used to say that when- they have their baby 
birds to look after, they are as fierce as eagles.” 

Your father used to walk with you here, Juliet? ” 
Aynesworth asked. 

Always till the last few months, when he got 
weaker and weaker,” she answered. Since then 
I come every day alone.” 

Don’t you find it lonely ? ” he asked. 

She shook her head. 

^^At first,” she answered, ^^not now. It makes 


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me unliappy. Would you like to go down on the 
beach and look for shells? I can find you some very 
pretty ones.’’ 

They clambered down, and wandered hand in hand 
by the seashore. She told him quaint little stories 
of the smugglers, of wrecks, and the legends of the 
fisher people. Coming hack along the sands, she clung 
to his arm and grew more silent. Her eyes sought 
his every now and then, wistfully. Presently she 
pointed out a tiny whitewashed cottage, standing by 
itself on a piece of waste ground. 

That is where I live now, at least for a day or 
two,” she said. They cannot keep me any longer. 
When are you going away ? ” 

Very soon, I am afraid, little girl,” he answered. 

I will come and see you, though, before I go.” 

You promise,” she said solemnly. 

I promise,” Aynesworth repeated. 

Then she held up her face, a little timidly, and 
he kissed her. Afterwards, he watched her turn with 
slow, reluctant footsteps to the unpromising abode 
which she had pointed out. Aynesworth made his 
way to the inn, cursing his impecuniosity and Win- 
grave’s brutal indifference. 

He found the latter busy writing letters. 

Doing your work, Aynesworth ? ” he remarked 
coldly. Be so good as to write to Christie’s for 
me, and ask them to send down a valuer to go through 
the pictures.” 

You are really going to sell ! ” Aynesworth ex- 
claimed. 

Most certainly,” Wingrave answered. Heir- 
looms and family pictures are only so much rubbish 


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to me. I am the last of my line, and I doubt whether 
even my lawyer could discover a next of kin for 
my personal property. Sell ! Of course I ’m going 
to sell ! What use is all this hoarded rubbish to me ? 
I am going to turn it into gold ! ’’ 

And what use is gold ? ’’ Aynesworth asked cu- 
riously. You have plenty ! ” 

!Yot enough for my purpose/’ Wingrave declared. 
“ We are going to America to make more.” 

It ’s vandalism ! ” Aynesworth said, rank van- 
dalism! The place as it is is a picture! The furni- 
ture and the house have grown old together. Why, 
you might marry ! ” 

Wingrave scowled at the younger man across the 
room. 

You are a fool, Aynesworth,” he said shortly. 

Take down these letters.” 

After dinner, Wingrave went out alone. Aynes- 
worth followed him about an hour later, when his 
work was done, and made his way towards the Vicar- 
age. It was barely nine o’clock, but the little house 
seemed already to be in darkness. He rang twice 
before anybody answered him. Then he heard slow, 
shuffling footsteps within, and a tall, gaunt man, in 
clerical attire, and carrying a small lamp, opened 
the door. 

Aynesworth made the usual apologies, and was 
ushered into a bare, gloomy-looking apartment, which, 
from the fact of its containing a writing table and 
a few books, he imagined must be the study. His 
host never asked him to sit down. He was a long, 
unl^empt-looking man, with a cold, forbidding face, 
and his manner was the reverse of cordial. 

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I have called to see you/’ Aynesworth explained, 
with reference to one of your parishioners — the 
daughter of your late organist.” 

Indeed ! ” the clergyman remarked solemnly. 

I saw her to-day for the first time, and have only 
just heard her story,” Aynesworth continued. It 
seems to be a very sad one.” 

His listener inclined his head. 

I am, unfortunately, a poor man,” Aynesworth 
continued, but I have some friends who are well 
off, and I could lay my hands upon a little ready 
money. I should like to discuss the matter with you, 
and see if we cannot arrange something to give her 
a start in life.” 

The clergyman cleared his throat. 

It is quite unnecessary,” he answered. A con- 
nection of her father’s has come forward at the last 
moment, who is able to do all that is required for 
her. Her future is provided for.” 

Aynesworth was a little taken aback. 

I am very glad to hear it,” he declared. I 
understood that she had neither friends nor relations.” 

You were misinformed,” the other answered. 
She has both.” 

May I ask who it is who has turned up so unex- 
pectedly ? ” Aynesworth enquired. I have taken 
a great fancy to the child.” 

The clergyman edged a little towards the door, and 
the coldness of his manner was unmistakable. 

I do not wish to seem discourteous,” he said, 
but I cannot recognise that you have any right to 
ask me these questions. You may accept my word 
that the child is to be fittingly provided for.” 


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Aynesworth felt the colour rising in his cheeks. 

I trust/’ he said, that you do not find my 
interest in her unwarrantable. My visit to you is 
simply a matter of charity. If my aid is unneeded, 
so much the better. All the same, I should like 
to know where she is going, and who her friends 
are.” 

I do not find myself at liberty to afford you any 
information,” was the curt reply. 

Thereupon there was nothing left for Aynesworth 
to do but to put on his hat and walk out, which he did. 

Wingrave met him in the hall on his return. 

Where have you been ? ” he asked a little sharply. 

On a private errand,” Aynesworth answered, irri- 
tated by his words and look. 

You are my secretary,” Wingrave said coldly. I 
do not pay you to go about executing private errands.” 

Aynesworth looked at him in surprise. Did he 
really wish to quarrel? 

I imagine, sir,” he said, that my time is my 
own, when I have no work of yours on hand. If you 
think otherwise — — ” 

He paused, and looked at his employer significantly. 
Wingrave turned on his heel. 

Be so kind,” he said, as to settle the bill here 
to-night. We leave by the seven o’clock train in the 
morning.” 

To-morrow ! ” Aynesworth exclaimed. 

Precisely ! ” 

Do you mind,” he asked, if I follow by a later 
train ? ” 

do,” Wingrave answered. L need you in 
London directly we arrive.” 


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I am afraid/’ Ajneswortli said, after a moment’s 
reflection, that it is impossible for me to leave.” 

Yon will think it a small thing,” he said, but 
I have given my promise. I must see that child again 
before I go ! ” 

You are referring,” he asked, to the black- 
frocked little creature we saw about the place 
yesterday ? ” 

Yes!” 

Wingrave regarded his secretary as one might look 
at a person who has suddenly taken leave of his senses. 

I am sorry,” he said, to interfere with your 
engagements, but it is necessary that we should both 
leave by the seven o’clock train to-morrow morning.” 

Aynesworth reflected for a moment. 

If I can see the child flrst,” he said, I will 
come. If not, I will follow you at mid-day.” 

In the latter case,” Wingrave remarked, pray 
do not trouble to follow me, unless your own affairs 
take you to London. Our connection will have ended.” 

You mean this ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

It is my custom,” Wingrave answered, to mean 
what I say.” 

Aynesworth set his alarm that night for half -past 
five. It seemed to him that his future would largely 
depend upon how soundly the child slept. 


CHAPTEK VIII 


T he cottage, as Aynesworth neared it, showed 
no sign of life. The curtainless windows 
were blank and empty, no smoke ascended 
from the chimney. Its plastered front was innocent 
of any form of creeper, but in the few feet of garden 
in front a great, overgrown wild rose bush, starred 
with deep red blossoms, perfumed the air. As he 
drew near, the door suddenly opened, and with a 
little cry of welcome the child rushed out to him. 

How lovely of you ! ’’ she cried. I saw you 
coming from my window! ’’ 

You are up early,’’ he said, smiling down at 

her. 

The sun woke me,” she answered. It always 
does. I was going down to the sands. Shall we go 
together? Or would you like to go into the gardens 
at Tredowen? The flowers are beautiful there while 
the dew is on them ! ” 

I am afraid,” Aynesworth answered, that I 
cannot do either. I have come to say good-bye.” 

The light died out of her face all of a sudden. 
The delicate beauty of her gleaming eyes and quiver- 
ing mouth had vanished. She was once more the pale, 
wan little child he had seen coming slowly up the 
garden path at Tredowen. 


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You are going — so soon ! ” slie murmured. 

He took her hand and led her away over the short 
green turf of the common. 

We only came for a few hours/^ he told her. 

But I have good news for you, Juliet, unless you 
know already. Mr. Saunders has found out some of 
your friends. They are going to look after you prop- 
erly, and you will not be alone any more.” 

What time are you going ? ” she asked. 

Silly child,” he answered, giving her hand a 
shake. Listen to what I am telling you. You are 
going to have friends to look after you always. Are n’t 
you glad ? ” 

E'o, I am not glad,” she answered passionately. 

I don’t want you to go away. I am — lonely.” 

Her arms suddenly sought his neck, and her face 
was buried on his shoulder. He soothed her as well 
as he could. 

I must go, little girl,” he said, for I am off 
to America almost at once. As soon as I can after 
I come back, I will come and see you.” 

You have only been here one day,” she sobbed. 

I would stay if I could, dear,” Aynesworth an- 
swered. Come, dry those eyes and be a brave girl. 
Think how nice it will be to go and live with people 
who will take care of you properly, and be fond of 
you. Why, you may have a pony, and all sorts of nice 
things.” 

I don’t want a pony,” she answered, hanging on 
his arm. I don’t want to go away. I want to stay 
here — and wait till you come back.” 

He laughed. 

Why, when I come back, little woman,” he an- 


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swered, you will be almost grown up. Come, dry 
your eyes now, and I tell you what we will do. You 
shall come hack with me to breakfast, and then drive 
up to the station and see us off.’’ 

I should like to come,” she whispered, “ but I 
am afraid of the other gentleman.” 

Very likely we sha’n’t see him,” Aynesworth 
answered. If we do he won’t hurt you.” 

I don’t like his face ! ” she persisted. 

Well, we won’t look at it,” Aynesworth answered. 

But breakfast we must have ! ” 

They were half-way through the meal, and Juliet 
had quite recovered her spirits, when Wingrave en- 
tered. He looked at the two with impassive face, and 
took his place at the table. He wished the child 
“ Good morning ” carelessly, but made no remark as 
to her presence there. 

I have just been telling Juliet some good news,” 
Aynesworth remarked. I went to see Mr. Saun- 
ders, the Vicar here, last night, and he has found 
out some of her father’s friends. They are going to 
look after her.” 

Wingrave showed no interest in the information. 
But a moment later he addressed Juliet for the first 
time. 

Are you glad that you are going away from 
Tredowen ? ” he asked. 

I am very, very sorry,” she answered, the tears 
gathering once more in her eyes. 

But you want to go to school, don’t you, and see 
other girls ? ” he asked. 

She shook her head decidedly. 

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leave Tredowen. I think that if I have to go away 
from the pictures, and the garden, and the sea, I shall 
never be happy any more/’ 

You are a child,” he remarked contemptuously ; 
you do not understand. If you go away, you can 
learn to paint pictures yourself like those at Tre- 
do wen. You will find that the world is full of other 
beautiful places ! ” 

The sympathetic aspect of his words was altogether 
destroyed by the thin note of careless irony, which 
even the child understood. She felt that he was 
mocking her. 

I could never be happy,” she said simply, away 
from Tredowen. You understand, don’t you ? ” she 
added, turning confidentially to Aynesworth. 

You think so now, dear,” he said, but remem- 
ber that you are very young. There are many things 
for you to learn before you grow up.” 

I am not a dunce,” she replied. I can talk 
French and German, and do arithmetic, and play the 
organ. Father used to teach me these things. I can 
learn at Tredowen very well. I hope that my friends 
will let me stay here.” 

Wingrave took no more notice of her. She and 
Aynesworth walked together to the station. As they 
passed the little whitewashed cottage, she suddenly 
let go his hand, and darted inside. 

Wait one moment,” she cried breathlessly. 

She reappeared almost at once, holding something 
tightly clenched in her right hand. She showed it to 
him shyly. 

It is for you, please,” she said. 

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of herself. Aynesworth stooped down and kissed her. 
He had had as many presents in his life as most men, 
but never an offering which came to him quite like 
that! They stood still for a moment, and he held 
out her hands. Already the morning was astir. The 
seagulls were wheeling, white- winged and noiseless, 
above their heads; the air was fragrant with the 
scent of cottage flowers. Like a low, sweet under- 
note, the sea came rolling in upon the Arm sands 
— out to the west it stretched like a sheet of softly 
swaying inland water. For those few moments there 
seemed no note of discord — and then the harsh 
whistle of an approaching train! They took hold of 
hands and ran. 

It was, perhaps, as well that their farewells were 
cut short. There was scarcely time for more than 
a few hurried words, before the train moved out from 
the queer little station, and with his head out of the 
window, Aynesworth waved his hand to the black- 
frocked child, with her pale eager face already stained 
with tears — a lone, strange little flgure, full of a sort 
of plaintive grace as she stood there, against a back- 
ground of milk-cans, waving a crumpled handkerchief ! 

Wingrave, who had been buried in a morning paper, 
looked up presently. 

If our journeyings,’^ he remarked drily, are to 
contain everywhere incidents such as these, they will 
become a sort of sentimental pilgrimage.’’ 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. 

I am sorry,” he said, that my interest in the 
child has annoyed you. At any rate, it is over now. 
The parson was mysterious, but he assured me that 
she was provided for.” 


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Wingrave looked across the carriage with cold, re- 
flective curiosity. 

Your point of view,’’ he remarked, is a mystery 
to me! I cannot see how the future of an unfledged 
brat like that can possibly concern you ! ” 

Perhaps not,” Aynesworth answered, but you 
must remember that you are a little out of touch with 
your fellows just now. I daresay when you are my 
age, you would have felt as I feel. I daresay that as 
the years go on, you will feel like it again.” 

Wingrave was thoughtful for a moment. 

So you think,” he remarked, that I may yet 
have in me the making of a sentimentalist.” 

Aynesworth returned his gaze as steadfastly. 

One can never tell,” he answered. You may 
change, of course. I hope that you will.” 

You are candid, at any rate! ” 

I do not think,” Aynesworth answered, that 
there is any happiness in life for the man who lives 
entirely apart from his fellow creatures, blot to feel 
is not to live. I think that the flrst real act of kind- 
ness which you feel prompted to perform will mark 
the opening of a different life for you.” 

Wingrave spread out the newspaper. 

I think,” he said, with a faint sneer, that it 
is quite time you took this sea voyage.” 


CHAPTEK IX 


M e. LUMLEY BAEEIXGTOX, K.C. and 
M.P., was in the act of stepping into his 
carriage to drive down to the House, when 
he was intercepted by a message. It was his wife’s 
maid who came hurrying out after him. 

I beg your pardon, sir,” she said, hut her lady- 
ship particularly wished to see you as soon as you 
came in.” 

Is your mistress in ? ” Barrington asked in some 
surprise. 

Yes, sir ! ” the maid answered. Her ladyship 
is resting, before she goes to the ball at Caleram House. 
She is in her room now.” 

I will come up at once,” Barrington said. 

He kept the carriage waiting while he ascended to 
his wife’s room. There was no answer to his knock. 
He opened the door softly. She was asleep on a 
couch drawn up before the fire. 

He crossed the room noiselessly, and stood looking 
down upon her. Her lithe, soft figure had fallen 
into a posture of graceful, almost voluptuous ease; 
the ribbons and laces of her muslin dressing gown 
quivered gently with her deep regular breathing. She 
had thrown off her slippers, and one long, slender 
foot was exposed; the other was doubled up under- 
neath her body. Her face was almost like the face 


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of a child, smooth and unwrinkled, save for one line 
by the eyes where she laughed. He looked at her 
steadfastly. Could the closing of the eyes, indeed, 
make all the difference? Life and the knowledge 
of life seemed things far from her consciousness. 
Could one look like that — even in sleep — and under- 
neath ! Barrington broke away from his train 

of thought, and woke her quickly. 

She sat up and yawned. 

Parsons managed to catch you, then,’’ she re- 
marked. 

Yes ! ” he answered. I was just off. I got away 
from Wills’ dinner-party early, and called here for 
some notes. I must be at the House ” — he glanced 
at the clock — in three-quarters of an hour ! ” 

She nodded. I won’t keep you as long as that.” 

Her eyes met his, a little furtively, full of enquiry. 

I have done what you wished,” he said quietly. 
“ I called at the Clarence Hotel ! ” 

You saw him ! ” 

“Ho! He sent back my card. He declined to see 
me” 

She showed no sign of disappointment. She sat 
up and looked into the fire, smoothing her hair me- 
chanically with her hands. 

“ Personally,” Barrington continued, “ I could see 
no object whatever in my visit. I have nothing to say 
to him, nor, I should think, he to me. I am sorry for 
him, of course, but he ’d never believe me if I told him 
so. What happened to him was partly my fault, and 
unless he ’s changed he ’s not likely to forget it.” 

She swayed a little towards him. 

“ It was partly — also — mine,” she murmured. 


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don’t see that at all/’ he objected. You at 
any rate were blameless ! ” 

She looked up at him, and he was astonished to 
find how pale she was. 

I was not ! ” she said calmly. 

There was a short silence. Barrington had the air 
of a man who has received a shock. 

Ruth ! ” he exclaimed, glancing towards the door, 
and speaking almost in a whisper. Do you mean — 
that there are things which I have never known ? ” 

Yes ! ” she answered. I mean that he might, 
if he chose, do us now — both of us — an immense 
amount of harm.” 

Barrington sat down at the end of the sofa. He 
knew his wife well enough to understand that this 
was serious. 

Let us understand one another, Ruth,” he said 
quietly. I always thought that you were a little 
severe on Wingrave, at the trial! He may bear you 
a grudge for that; it is very possible that he does. 
But what can he do now? He had his chance to 
cross-examine you, and he let it go by.” 

He has some letters of mine,” Lady Ruth said 
slowly. 

Letters 1 Written before the trial ? ” 

^^Yes!” 

Why did he not make use of them there ? ” 

If he had,” Lady Ruth said, with her eyes fixed 
upon the carpet, the sympathy would have been the 
other way. He would have got off with a much lighter 
sentence, and you — would not have married me ! ” 

“ Good God ! ” Barrington muttered. 

You see,” Lady Ruth continued, resting her hand 


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upon her husbanTs coat sleeve, the thing happened 
all in a second. I had the cheque in my hand when 
you and Sir William came crashing through that 
window, and Sir William’s eyes were upon me. The 
only way to save myself was to repudiate it, and let 
Wingrave get out of the affair as well as he could. Of 
course, I never guessed what was going to happen.” 

Then it was Wingrave,” Barrington muttered, 
who played the game ? ” 

Yes ! ” Lady Ruth answered quietly. But I am 
not so sure about him now. You and I, Lumley, 
know one another a little better to-day than we did 
twelve years ago. We have had a few of the corners 
knocked off, I suppose. I can tell you things now 
I did n’t care to then. Wingrave had lent me money 
before! He has letters from me to-day, thanking 
him for it.” 

Barrington was a large, florid man, well built and 
well set up. In court he presented rather a formi- 
dable appearance, with his truculent chin, his straight, 
firm mouth, and his commanding presence. Yet there 
was nothing about him now which would have inspired 
fear in the most nervous of witnesses. He looked like 
a man all broken up by some unexpected shock. 

^Hf he had produced those letters — at the 
trial ” 

Lady Ruth shrugged her shoiilders. 

I risked it, anyhow,” she said. I had to. My 
story was the only one which gave me a dog’s chance, 
and I didn’t mean to go under — then. Wingrave 
never gave me away, but I fancy he ’s feeling differ- 
ently about it now 1 ” 

How do you know, Ruth ? ” 


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I have seen him ! He sent for me ! she an- 
swered. Lumley, don’t look at me like that ! We ’re 
not in the nursery, yon and I. I went because I had 
to. He ’s going to America for a time, and then he ’s 
coming back here. I think that when he comes back 

— he means mischief ! ” 

He is not the sort of man to forget,” Barrington 
said, half to himself. 

She shuddered ever so slightly. Then she stretched 
out a long white arm, and drawing his head suddenly 
down to her, kissed him on the lips. 

If only,” she murmured, he would give up the 
letters ! Without them he might say — anything. Ho 
one would believe ! ” 

Barrington raised his eyes to hers. There was 
something almost pathetic in the worshipping light 
which shone there. He was, as he had always been, 
her abject slave. 

Can you think of any way ? ” he asked. Shall 
I go to him again ? ” 

Useless ! ” she answered. You have nothing to 
offer in exchange. He would not give them to me. 
He surely would not give them to you. Shall I tell 
you what is in his mind ? Listen, then ! He is going 
abroad to America almost at once. He is rich now; 
he means to make more money there. Then he will 
return, calling himself Mr. Wingrave — an American 

— with imaginary letters of introduction to us. He 
has ambitions — I don’t know what they are, but they 
seem to entail his holding some sort of a place in 
society. We are to be his sponsors.” 

Is it practicable ? ” he asked. 

Quite,” she answered. He is absolutely un- 


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recognisable now. He has changed cruelly. Can’t 
you imagine the horror of it? He will he always 
in evidence; always with those letters in the back- 
ground. He means to make life a sort of torture 
chamber for us ! ” 

Better defy him at once, and get it over,” Bar- 
rington said. After all, don’t you think that the 
harm he could do is a little imaginary ? ” 

She brushed the suggestion aside with a little shiver. 

Shall I tell you what he would do, Lumley ? ” she 
said, leaning towards him. He would have my 
letters, and a copy of my evidence, printed in an 
elegant little volume and distributed amongst my 
friends. It would come one day like a bomb, and 
nothing that you or I could do would alter it in the 
least. Your career and my social position would be 
ruined. Success brings enemies, you know, Lumley, 
and I have rather more than my share.” 

Then we are helpless,” he said. 

Unless we can get the letters — or unless he should 
never return from America,” she answered. 

Barrington moved uneasily in his seat. He knew 
very well that some scheme was already forming in 
his wife’s brain. 

If there is anything that I can do,” he said in 
a low tone, don’t be afraid to tell me.” 

There is one chance,” she answered, a sort of 
forlorn hope, but you might try it. He has a secretary, 
a young man named Aynesworth. If he were on our 
side ” 

‘‘ Don’t you think,” Barrington interrupted, that 
you would have more chance with him than I ? ” 

She laughed softly. 


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You foolish man,” she said, touching his fingers 
lightly. I believe you think that I am irresistible ! ” 

I have seen a good many lions tamed,” he re- 
minded her. 

I^onsense ! Anyhow, there is one here who seems 
quite insensible. I have talked already with Mr. 
Aynesworth. He would not listen to me ! ” 

Ah!” 

Nevertheless,” she continued softly, of one thing 
I am very sure. Every man is like every woman ; he 
is vulnerable if you can discover the right spot and 
the right weapons. Mr. Aynesworth is not a woman’s 
man, but I fancy that he is ambitious. I thought that 
you might go and see him. He has rooms somewhere 
in Dorset Street.” 

He rose to his feet. A glance at the clock reminded 
him of the hour. 

I will go,” he said. I will do what I can. I 
think, dear,” he added, bending over her to say fare- 
well, that you should have been the man I ” 

She laughed softly. 

Am I such a failure as a woman, then ? ” she asked 
with a swift upward glance. Don’t be foolish, 
Lumley. My woman will be here to dress me directly. 
You must really go away.” 

He strode down the stairs with tingling pulses, and 
drove to the House, where his speech, a little fl.orid 
in its rhetoric, and verbose as became the man, was 
nevertheless a great success. 

Quite a clever fellow, Barrington,” one of his 
acquaintances remarked, ^^when you get him away 
from his wife.” 


6 


CHAPTER X 


XES WORTH ceased tugging at the strap of 



his portmanteau, and rose slowly to his feet. 


A visitor had entered his rooms — appar- 


ently unannounced. 

I must apologise,’’ the new-comer said, for my 
intrusion. Your housekeeper, I presume it was, whom 
I saw below, told me to come up.” 

Aynesworth pushed forward a chair. 

Won’t you sit down ? ” he said. I believe that 
I am addressing Mr. Lumley Barrington.” 

Hot altogether without embarrassment, Barring- 
ton seated himself. Something of his ordinary confi- 
dence of bearing and demeanour had certainly deserted 
him. His manner, too, was nervous. He had the air 
of being altogther ill at ease. 

I must apologise further, Mr. Aynesworth,” he 
continued, for an apparently ill-timed visit. You 
are, I see, on the eve of a journey.” 

I am leaving for America to-morrow,” Aynes- 
worth answered. 

With Sir Wingrave Seton, I presume ? ” Barring- 
ton remarked. 

Precisely,” Aynesworth answered. 

Barrington hesitated for a moment. Aynesworth 
was civil, hut enquiring. He felt himself very awk- 
wardly placed. 


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Mr. Aynesworth/’ he said, I must throw myself 
upon your consideration. You can possibly surmise 
the reason of my visit.’’ 

Aynesworth shook his head. 

I am afraid,” he said, that I must plead guilty 
to denseness — in this particular instance, at any rate. 
1 am altogether at a loss to account for it.” 

You have had some conversation with my wife, 
I believe ? ” 

^^Yes. But ” 

Before you proceed, Mr. Aynesworth,” Barring- 
ton interrupted, one word. You are aware that Sir 
Wingrave Seton is in possession of certain documents 
in which my wife is interested, which he refuses to 
give up ? ” 

I have understood that such is the case,” Aynes- 
worth admitted. Will you pardon me if I add that 
it is a matter which I can scarcely discuss ? ” 

Barrington shrugged his shoulders. 

Let it go, for the moment,” he said. There is 
something else which I want to say to you.” 

Aynesworth nodded a little curtly. He was not 
very favourably impressed with his visitor. 

^^Well!” 

Barrington leaned forward in his chair. 

Mr. Aynesworth,” he said, you have made for 
yourself some reputation as a writer. Your name has 
been familiar to me for some time. I was at college, 
I believe, with your uncle, Stanley Aynesworth.” 

He paused. Aynesworth said nothing. 

I want to know,” Barrington continued impres- 
sively, what has induced you to accept a position 
with such a man as Seton ? ” 


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That/’ Aynesworth declared, is easily answered. 
I was not looking for* a secretaryship at all, or any- 
thing of the sort, but I chanced to hear his history 
one night, and I was <;urious to analyse, so far as 
possible, his attitude towards life and his fellows, 
on his reappearance in it. That is the whole 
secret.” 

Barrington leaned back in his chair, and glanced 
thoughtfully at his companion. 

You know the story of his misadventures, then ? ” 
he remarked. 

I know all about his imprisonment, and the cause 
of it,” Aynesworth said quietly. 

Barrington was silent for several moments. He 
felt that he was receiving but scanty encouragement. 

Is it worth while, Mr. Aynesworth ? ” he asked 
at length. There is better work for you in the 
world than this.” 

Again Aynesworth preferred to reply by a gesture 
only. Barrington was watching him steadily. 

A politicM secretaryship, Mr. Aynesworth,” he 
said, might lead you anywhere. If you are am- 
bitious, it is. the surest of all stepping-stones into the 
House. After that, your career is in your own hands. 
I offer you such a post.” 

I am exceedingly obliged to you,” Aynesworth 
replied, but I scarcely understand.” 

I have influence,” Barrington said, which I 
have never cared to use on my own account. I am 
willing to use it on yours. You have only to say the 
word, and the matter is arranged.” 

I can only repeat,” Aynesworth said, that I am 
exceedingly obliged to you, Mr. Barrington, but I 


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cannot understand why you should interest yourself 
so much on my behalf/’ 

If you wish me to speak in plain words,” Bar- 
rington said, I will do so. I ask you to aid me as 
a man of honour in the restoration of those letters 
to my wife.” 

I cannot do it,” Aynesworth said firmly. I am 
sorry that you should have come to me with such an 
offer. It is quite out of the question ! ” 

Barrington held out his hand. 

Do not decide too hastily,” he said. Remember 
this. Sir Wingrave Seton had once an opportunity 
of putting those letters to any use he may have 
thought fit. He ignored it. At that time, their tenor 
and contents might easily have been explained. After 
all these years, that task would he far more difficult. 
I say that no man has a right to keep a woman’s let- 
ters back from her years after any friendship there 
may have been between them is over. It is not the 
action of an honourable man. Sir Wingrave Seton has 
placed himself outside the pale of honourable men.” 

Your judgment,” Aynesworth answered quietly, 
seems to me severe. Sir Wingrave Setpn has been 
the victim of peculiar circumstances.” 

Barrington looked at his companion thoughtfully. 
He was wondering exactly how much he knew. 

You defend him,” he remarked. That is be- 
cause you have not yet found out what manner of 
man he is.” 

In any case,” Aynesworth answered, I am not 
his judge. Mr. Barrington,” he added, you must 
forgive me if I remind you that this is a somewhat 
unprofitable discussion.” 


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A short silence followed. With Barrington it did 
not appear to be a silence of irresolution. He was 
leaning a little forward in his chair, and his head was 
resting upon his hand. Of his companion he seemed 
for the moment to have become oblivious. Aynes- 
worth watched him curiously. Was he looking back 
through the years, he wondered, to that one brief 
but lurid chapter of history ; or was it his own future 
of which he was thinking, — a future which, to the 
world, must seem so full of brilliant possibilities, and 
yet which he himself must feel to be so fatally and 
miserably insecure ? 

Mr. Aynesworth,’’ he said at last, I suppose 
from a crude point of view, I am here to bribe you.” 
Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. 

Is it worth while ? ” he asked a little wearily. 
I have tried to be civil — but I have also tried 
to make you understand. Your task is absolutely 
hopeless ! ” 

It should not be,” Barrington persisted. This 
is one of those rare cases, in which anything is justi- 
fiable. Seton had his chance at the trial. He chose 
to keep silence. I do not praise him or blame him for 
that. It was the only course open to a man of honour. 
I maintain that his silence then binds him to silence 
for ever. He has no right to ruin my life and the hap- 
piness of my wife by subtle threats, to hold those 
foolish letters over our heads, like a thunderbolt held 
ever in suspense. You are ambitious, I believe, Mr. 
Aynesworth! Get me those letters, and I will make 
you my secretary, find you a seat in Parliament, and 
anything else in reason that you will I ” 

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that, so far as he was concerned, the interview was at 
an end. 

Your proposition, Mr. Barrington,’’ he said, is 
absolutely impossible. In the first place, I have no 
idea where the letters in question are, and Sir Win- 
grave is never likely to suffer them to pass into my 
charge.” 

You have opportunities of finding out,” Barring- 
ton suggested. 

And secondly,” Aynesworth continued, ignoring 
the interruption, whatever the right or the wrong 
of this matter may be, I am in receipt of a salary 
from Sir Wingrave Seton, and I cannot betray his 
confidence.” 

Barrington also rose to his feet. He was beginning 
to recognise the hopelessness of his task. 

This is final, Mr. Aynesworth ? ” he asked. 

Absolutely ! ” was the firm reply. 

Barrington bowed stiffly, and moved towards the 
door. On the threshold he paused. 

I trust, Mr. Aynesworth,” he said hesitatingly, 
that you will not regard this as an ordinary attempt 
at bribery and corruption. I have simply asked you 
to aid me in setting right a great injustice.” 

It is a subtle distinction, Mr. Barrington,” Aynes- 
worth answered, but I will endeavour to keep in 
mind your point of view.” 

Barrington drove straight home, and made his way 
directly to his study. How that he was free from his 
wife’s influence, and looked back upon his recent 
interview, he realised for the first time the folly and 
indignity of the whole proceedings. He was angry 
that he, a man of common-sense, keen-witted and far- 


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seeing in the ordinary affairs of life, should have 
placed himself so completely in a false, not to say a 
humiliating position. And then, just as suddenly, he 
forgot all about himself, and remembered only her. 
With a breath of violets, and the delicate rustling of 
half-lifted skirts, she had come softly into the room, 
and stood looking at him enquiringly. Her manner 
seemed to indicate more a good-natured curiosity than 
real anxiety. She made a little grimace as he shook 
his head. 

I have failed,” he said shortly. That young 
man is a prig ! ” 

She sighed. 

I was afraid,” she said, that he would be ob- 
stinate. Men with eyes of that colour always are ! ” 

What are we to do, Ruth ? ” 

What can we ? ” she answered calmly. l^othing 
but wait. He is going to America. It is a terrible 
country for accidents. Something may happen to him 
there ! Do go and change your things, there ’s a dear, 
and look in at the Westinghams’ for me for an hour. 
We dl just get some supper and come away.” 

“ I will be ready in ten minutes,” Barrington 
answered. He understood that he was to ask no ques- 
tions, nor did he. But all the time his man was 
hurrying him into his clothes, his brain was busy 
weaving fancies. 


CHAPTEK XI 


M e. SIXCLAIE, or as lie preferred to be 
called, Professor Sinclair, waved a white kid 
glove in the direction of the dancing hall. 
This way, ladies and gentlemen ! ’’ he announced. 
A beautiful valse just about to commence. Tickets 
if you please! Ah! glad to see you. Miss Culling- 
ham ! You ’ll find — a friend of yours inside ! ” 
There was a good deal of giggling as the girls came 
out from the little dressing room and joined their 
waiting escorts, who stood in a line against the wall, 
mostly struggling with refractory gloves. Mr. Sin- 
clair, proprietor of the West Islington Dancing 
Academy, and host of these little gatherings — for a 
consideration of eighteenpence — did his best, by a run- 
ning fire of conversation, to set everyone at their ease. 
He wore a somewhat rusty frock coat, black trousers, 
a white dress waistcoat, and a red tie. Evening dress 
was not de rigueur! The money at the door, and that 
everyone should behave as ladies and gentlemen, were 
the only things insisted upon. 

Mr. Sinclair’s best smile and most correct bow was 
suddenly in evidence. 

^^Mademoiselle Violet!” he exclaimed to a lady 
who came in alone, we are enchanted. We feared 
that you had deserted us. There is a young gentle- 


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man inside who is going to be made very happy. One 
shilling change, thank you. Won’t you step into the 
cloak room ? ” 

The lady shook her head. 

If you don’t mind, Mr. Sinclair,” she said, I 
would rather keep my hat and veil on. I can only 
stay for a few minutes. Is Mr. Richardson here, do 
you know? Ah! I can see him.” 

She stepped past the Professor into the little danc- 
ing hall. A young lady was pounding upon a piano, 
a boy at her side was playing the violin. A few 
couples were dancing, but most of the company was 
looking on. The evening was young, and Mr. Sin- 
clair, who later on officiated as M.C., had not yet 
made his attack upon the general shyness. The lady 
known as Mademoiselle Violet paused and looked 
around her. Suddenly she caught sight of a pale, 
ansemic-looking youth, who was standing apart from 
the others, lounging against the wall. She moved 
rapidly towards him. 

How do you do, Mr. Richardson ? ” she said, 
holding out her hand. 

He started, and a sudden rush of colour streamed 
into his cheeks. He took her hand awkwardly, and 
he was almost speechless with nervousness. 

I don’t believe you ’re at all glad to see me 1 ” she 
remarked. 

Oh 1 Miss Violet ! ” he exclaimed. He would have 
said more, but the words stuck in his throat. 

Can we sit down somewhere ? ” she said. I want 
to talk to you.” 

There were one or two chairs placed behind a red 
drugget curtain, where adventurous spirits led their 


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partners later in the evening. They found a place 
there, and the young man recovered his power of 
speech. 

ISiot glad to see you ! he exclaimed almost ve- 
hemently. Why, what else do you suppose I come 
here for every Thursday evening? I never dance; 
they all make game of me, because they know I come 
here on the chance of seeing you again. I ’m a fool ! 

I know that! You just amuse yourself here with me, 
and then you go away, hack to your friends — and 
forget! And I hang about round here, like the silly 
ass that I am ! ” 

My dear — George ! ’’ 

The young man blushed at the sound of his Chris- 
tian name. He was mollified despite himself. 

I suppose it ’s got to be the same thing all over 
again,” he declared resignedly. You dl talk to me 
and let me he near you — and make a fool of me all 
round ; and then you dl go away, and heaven knows 
when I dl see you again. You wonT let me take you 
home, and wonT tell me where you live, or who your 
friends are. You do treat me precious badly. Miss 
Violet.” 

This time,” she said quietly, it will not be the 
same. I have something quite serious to say to you.” ^ 

Something serious — you? Go on!” he exclaimed 
in excitement. 

Have you found another place yet ? ” 

Ho. I have nT really tried. I have a little money 

saved, and I could get one to-morrow if ” 

She stopped him with a smiling gesture. 

I don’t mean that — yet,” she said. I wanted 
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go away for a little time, if someone paid all yonr 
expenses.” 

To go away ! ” he repeated blankly. What for ? ” 

Mademoiselle Violet leaned a little nearer to him. 

My mistress asked me yesterday,” she said, if 
I knew anyone who could be trusted who would go 
away, at a moment’s notice, on an errand for her.” 

Your mistress,” he repeated. You really are a 
lady’s maid, then, are you ? ” 

Of course !” she answered impatiently. ^^Have n’t 
I told you so before ? ISTow what do you say ? Will 
you go ? ” 

I dunno,” he answered thoughtfully. If it had 
been for you, I don’t know that I ’d have minded. I 
ain’t fond of travelling.” 

It is for me,” she interrupted hastily. If I 
can find her anyone who will do what she wants she 
will make my fortune. She has promised. And 
then ” 

Well, and then?” 

Mademoiselle Violet looked at him thoughtfully. 

I should not make any promises,” she said de- 
murely, but things would certainly be different.” 

The young man’s blood was stirred. Mademoiselle 
Violet stood to him for the whole wonderful world of 
romance, into which he had peered dimly from behind 
the counter of an Islington emporium. Her low 
voice — so strange to his ears after the shrill chatter 
of the young ladies of his acquaintance — the mystery 
of her coming and going, all went to give colour to 
the single dream of his unimaginative life. Apart 
from her, he was a somewhat vulgar, entirely common- 
place young man, of saving habits, and with some 


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aptitude for business, in a small way. He had been 
well on his way to becoming a small but successful 
shop-keeper, thereby realising the only ideals which 
had yet presented themselves to him, when Madame 
Violet had unconsciously intervened. Of what might 
become of him now he had no clear conception of 
himself. 

I ’ll go ! ” he declared. 

Mademoiselle Violet’s eyes flashed behind her veil. 
Her fingers touched his for a moment. 

It is a long way,” she said. 

I don’t care,” he answered valiantly. 

To — America ! ” 

America ! ” he gasped. But — is this a joke. 
Miss Violet ? ” 

She shook her head. 

Of course not ! America is not a great journey.” 

But it will cost ” 

She laughed softly. 

My mistress is very rich,” she said. The cost 
does not matter at all. You will have all the money 
you can spend — and more.” 

He felt himself short of breath, and bereft of words. 

Gee whiz ! ” he murmured. 

They sat there in silence for a few moments. A 
promenading couple put their heads behind the screen, 
and withdrew with the sound of feminine giggling. 
Outside, the piano was being thumped to the tune of a 
popular polka. 

But what have I got to do ? ” he asked. 

To watch a man who will go out by the same 
steamer as you,” she answered. Write to London, 
tell me what he does, how he spends his time, whether 


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he is ill or well. You must stay at the same hotel in 
New York, and try and find out what his business is 
there. Remember, we want to know, my mistress and 
I, everything that he does.” 

^^Who is he?” he asked. ‘^A friend of your 
mistress ? ” 

No ! ” she answered shortly, an enemy. A cruel 
enemy — the cruellest enemy a woman could have ! ” 
The subdued passion of her tone thrilled him. He 
felt himself bewildered — in touch with strange things. 
She leaned a little closer towards him, and that mys- 
terious perfume, which was one of her many fascina- 
tions, dazed him mth its sweetness. 

If you could send home word,” she whispered, 
that he was ill, that anything had happened to him, 
that he was not likely to return — our fortunes would 
be made — yours and mine.” 

Stop ! ” he muttered. You — phew ! it ’s hot 
here! ” 

He wiped the perspiration recklessly from his fore- 
head with a red silk handkerchief. 

What made you come to me ? ” he asked, “ I 
donT even know the name of your mistress.” 

And you must not ask it,” she declared quietly. 
“ It is better for you not to know. I came to you 
because you were a man, and I knew that I could trust 
you.” 

Her flattery sank into his soul. No one else had 
ever called him a man. He felt himself capable of 
great things. To think that, but for the coming of 
this wonderful Mademoiselle Violet, he might even 
now have been furnishing a small shop on the out- 
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designed to attract the youtli of that populous neigh- 
bourhood. 

When do I start ? ’’ he asked, with a coolness which 
surprised himself. 

She drew a heavy packet from the recesses of the 
muff she carried. 

All the particulars are here,’’ she said. The 
name of the steamer, the name of the man, and money. 
You will be told where to get more in New York, if 
you need it.” 

He took it from her mechanically. She rose to her 
feet. 

You will remember,” she said, looking into his 
eyes. 

I ain’t likely to forget anything you ’ve said to- 
night,” he answered honestly. But look here ! Let 
me take you home — just this once ! Give me some- 
thing to think about.” 

She shook her head. 

I will give you something to hope for,” she whis- 
pered. You must not come a yard with me. When 
you come back it will, perhaps — be different.” 

He remained behind the partition, gripping the 
packet tightly. Mademoiselle Violet took a hasty 
adieu of Mr. Sinclair, and descended to the street. 
She walked for a few yards, and then burned sharply 
to the left. A hansom, into which she stepped at once, 
was waiting there. She wrapped herself hastily in a 
long fur coat which lay upon the seat, and thrust her 
hand through the trap-door. 

St. Martin’s Schoolroom ! ” she told the cabman. 

Apparently Mademoiselle Violet combined a taste 
for philanthropy with her penchant for Islington 


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dancing halls. She entered the little schoolroom, and 
made her way to the platform, dispensing many smiles 
and nods amongst the audience of the concert, which 
was momentarily interrupted for her benefit. She 
was escorted on to the platform by a young and earnest- 
looking clergyman, and given a chair in the centre of 
the little group who were gathered there. And after 
the conclusion of the song, the clergyman expressed 
his gratification to the audience that a lady with so 
many calls upon her time, such high social duties, 
should yet find time to show her deep interest in 
their welfare by this most kind visit. After which, 
he ventured to call upon Lady Barrington to say a 
few words. 


CHAPTEE XII 


I X some respects, the voyage across the Atlantic 
was a surprise to Aynesworth. His companion 
seemed to have abandoned, for the time at any 
rate, his habit of taciturnity. He conversed readily, if 
a little stiffly, with his fellow passengers. He divided 
his time between the smoke-room and the deck, and 
very seldom sought the seclusion of his state-room. 
Aynesworth remarked upon this change one night, 
as the two men paced the deck after dinner. 

You are beginning to find more pleasure,’’ he 
said, in talking to people.” 

Wingrave shook his head. 

By no means,” he answered coldly. It is ex- 
tremely distasteful to me.” 

Then why do you do it ? ” Aynesworth asked 
bluntly. 

Wingrave never objected to being asked questions 
by his secretary. He seemed to recognise the fact 
that Aynesworth’s retention of his post was due 
to a desire to make a deliberate study of himself, 
and while his own attitude remained purely nega- 
tive, he at no time exhibited any resentment or 
impatience. 

I do it for several reasons,” he answered. First, 
because misanthropy is a luxury in which I cannot 
afford to indulge. Secondly, because I am really 


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curious to know whether the time will ever return 
when I shall feel the slightest shadow of interest in 
any human being. I can only discover this by affect- 
ing a toleration for these people’s society, which I can 
assure you, if you are curious about the matter, is 
wholly assumed.” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. 

Surely,” he said, you find Mrs. Travers enter- 
taining ? ” 

Wingrave reflected for a moment. 

You mean the lady with a stock of epigrams, and 
a green veil ? ” he remarked. hTo ! I do not find 
her entertaining.” 

Your neighbour at table then. Miss Packe?” 

If my affections have perished,” Wingrave an- 
swered grimly, my taste, I hope, is unimpaired. 
The young person who travels to improve her mind, and 
fills up the gaps by reading Baedeker on the places 
she has n’t been to, fails altogether to interest me ! ” 

Are n’t you a little severe ? ” Aynesworth re- 
marked. 

I suppose,” Wingrave answered, that it depends 
upon the point of view, to use a hackneyed phrase. 
You study people with a discerning eye for good 
qualities. Nature — and circumstances have ordered 
it otherwise with me. I see them through darkened 
glasses.” 

It is not the way to happiness,” Aynesworth said. 

There is no highroad to what you term happi- 
ness,” Wingrave answered. One holds the string 
and follows into the maze. But one does not choose 
one’s way. You are perhaps more fortunate than I 
that you can appreciate Mrs. Travers’ wit, and find 


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my neighbour, who has done Europe, attractive. That 
is a matter of disposition.’’ 

I should like,” Aynesworth remarked, to have 
known you fifteen years ago.” 

Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. 

I fancy,” he said, that I was a fairly average 
person — I mean that I was possessed of an average 
share of the humanities. I have only my memory to 
go by. I am one of those fortunate persons, you see, 
who have realised an actual reincarnation. I have the 
advantage of having looked out upon life from two 
different sets of windows. — By the bye, Aynesworth, 
have you noticed that unwholesome-looking youth in 
a serge suit there ? ” 

Aynesworth nodded. 

“ What about him ? ” 

I fancy that he must know — my history. He 
sits all day long smoking bad cigarettes and watching 
me. He makes clumsy attempts to enter into conver- 
sation with me. He is interested in us for some 
reason or other.” 

Aynesworth nodded. 

Shocking young bounder,” he remarked. I ’ve 
noticed him myself.” 

Talk to him some time, and find out what he 
means by it,” Wingrave said. I don’t want to find 
my biography in the American newspapers. It might 
interfere with my operations there. Here ’s this 
woman coming to worry us ! You take her off, 
Aynesworth! I shall go into the smoking room.” 

But Mrs. Travers was not so easily to be disposed 
of. For some reason or other, she had shown a dis- 
position to attach herself to Wingrave. 


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Please put me in mj chair,” she said to him, 
holding out her rug and cushion. N’o ! not you, 
Mr. Aynes worth. Mr. Wingrave understands so much 
better how to wrap me up. Thanks ! Won’t you sit 
down yourself ? It ’s much better for you out here 
than in the smoking room — and we might go on with 
our argument.” 

I thought,” Wingrave remarked, accepting her 
invitation after a moment’s hesitation, that we were 
to abandon it.” 

That was before dinner,” she answered, glancing 
sideways at him. I feel braver now.” 

You are prepared,” he remarked, for uncondi- 
tional surrender ? ” 

She looked at him again. She had rather nice 
eyes, quite dark and very soft, and she was a great 
believer in their efficacy. 

Of my argument ? ” 

He did not answer her for a moment. He had 
turned his head slightly towards her, and though his 
face was, as usual, expressionless, and his eyes cold 
and hard, she found nevertheless something of mean- 
ing in his steady regard. There wa& a flush in her 
cheeks when she looked away. 

I am afraid,” she remarked, that you are rather 
a terrible person.” 

You flatter me,” he murmured. I am really 
quite harmless ! ” 

Hot from conviction then, I am sure,” she re- 
marked. 

Perhaps not,” he admitted. Let us call it from 
lack of enterprise! The virtues are all very admi- 
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who have ruled the world. The good die young be- 
cause there is no useful work for them to do. No 
really satisfactory person, from a moral point of view, 
ever achieved greatness ! ’’ 

She half closed her eyes. 

My head is going round,” she murmured. What 
an upheaval! Fancy Mephistopheles on a steamer! ” 

He was, at any rate, the most interesting of that 
little trio,” Wingrave remarked, hut even he was a 
trifle heavy.” 

Do you go about the world preaching your new 
doctrines ? ” she asked. 

Not I ! ” he answered. Nothing would ever 
make a missionary of me, for good or for evil, for the 
simple reason that no one else’s welfare except my 
own has the slightest concern for me.” 

What hideous selfishness ! ” she said softly. But 
I don’t think — you quite mean it ! ” 

I can assure you I do,” he answered drily. My 
world consists of myself for the central figure, and 
the half a dozen or so of people who are useful or 
amusing to me! Except that the rest are needed to 
keep moving the machinery of the world, they might 
all perish, so far as I was concerned.” 

I don’t think,” Mrs. Travers said softly, that I 
should like to be in your world.” 

I can very easily believe you,” he answered. 

Unless,” she remarked tentatively, I came to 
convert ! ” 

He nodded. 

There is something in that,” he admitted. It 
would be a great work, a little difficult, you know.” 

All the more interesting ! ” 


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You see/’ he continued, I am not only bad, but 
I admire badness. My wish is to remain bad — in 
fact, I should like to be worse if I knew how. You 
would find it hard to make a start. I could n’t even 
admit that a state of goodness was desirable ! ” 

She looked at him curiously. The night air was 
perhaps getting colder, for she shivered, and drew 
the rug a little closer around her. 

You speak like a prophet,” she remarked. 

A prophet of evil then ! ” 

She looked at him steadfastly. The lightness had 
gone out of her tone. 

Do you know,” she said, I am almost sorry that 
I ever knew you ! ” 

He shook his head. 

You can’t mean it,” he declared. 

Why not?” 

“ I have done you the greatest service one human 
being can render another! I have saved you from 
being bored I ” 

She nodded. 

That may be true,” she admitted. But can 
you conceive no worse state in the world than being 
bored ? ” 

There is no worse state,” he answered drily. I 
was bored once,” he added, for ten years or so ; I 
ought to know ! ” 

Were you married ? ” she asked. 

He shook his head. 

Hot quite so bad as that,” he answered. ** I was 
in prison I ” 

She turned a startled face towards him. 

Honsense ! ” 


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It is perfectly true,” lie said coolly. Are you 
horrified ? ” 

What did you do ? ” she asked in a low tone. 

I killed a man.” 

Purposely ? ” 

He shrugged his shoulders. 

He attacked me ! I had to defend myself.” 

She said nothing for several moments. 

Shall I go?” he asked. 

Ho ! Sit still,” she answered. I am frightened 
of you, but I don’t want you to go away. I want to 
think. ... Yes! I can understand you better now! 
Your life was spoilt ! ” 

By no means,” he answered. I am still young ! 
I am going to make up for those ten years.” 

She shook her head. 

You cannot,” she answered. The years can 
carry no more than their ordinary burden of sensa- 
tions. If you try to fill them too full, you lose every- 
thing.” 

I shall try what I can do ! ” he remarked calmly. 

She rose abruptly. 

I am afraid of you to-night,” she said. I am 
going downstairs. Will you give my rug and cushion 
to the deck-steward? And — good-night.” 

She gave him her hand, but she did not look at him, 
and she hurried away a little abruptly. 

Wingrave yawned, and lighting a cigar, strolled up 
and down the deck. A figure loomed out of the dark- 
ness and almost ran into him. It was the young man 
in the serge suit. He muttered a clumsy apology and 
hurried on. 


CHAPTEE XIII 


“ A HE bar closes in ten minutes, sir ! ” the 

I smoking-room steward announced. 

JL The young man who had been the sub- 
ject of Wingrave’s remarks hastily ordered another 
drink, although he had an only half-emptied tumbler 
in front of him. Presently he stumbled out on to the 
deck. It was a dark night, and a strong head-wind 
was blowing. He groped his way to the railing and 
leaned over, with his head half buried in his hands. 
Below, the black tossing sea was churned into phos- 
phorescent spray, as the steamer drove onwards into 
the night. 

Was it he indeed — George Eichardson? He 
doubted it. The world of tape measures and calico 
counters seemed so far away; the interior of his 
quondam lodgings in a by-street of Islington, so un- 
familiar and impossible. He felt himself swallowed 
up in this new and bewildering existence, of which 
he was so insignificant an atom, the existence where 
tragedy reared her gloomy head, and the shadows 
of great things loomed around him. Down there in 
the cold restless waste of black waters — what was 
it that he saw? The sweat broke out upon his fore- 
head, the blood seemed turned to ice in his veins. 
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it was not indeed a man^s white face gleaming on 
the crest of the waves. Bnt none the less he was 
terrified. 

Mr. Richardson was certainly nervous. E"ot all the 
brandy he had drunk — and he had never drunk half 
as much before in his life — afforded him the least 
protection from these ghastly fancies. The step of a 
sailor on the deck made him shiver; the thought of 
his empty state-room was a horror. He tried to think 
of the woman at whose bidding he had left behind 
him Islington, and the things that belonged to Isling- 
ton! He tried to recall her soft suggestive whispers, 
the glances which promised more even than her spoken 
words, all the perfume and mystery of her wonderful 
presence. Her very name was an allurement. Made- 
moiselle Violet! How softly it fell from the lips! 
. . . God in heaven, what was that? He started 
round, trembling in every limb. It was nothing more 
than the closing of the smoking-room door behind him. 
Sailors with buckets and mops were already begin- 
ning their nightly tasks. He must go to his state- 
room! Somehow or other, he must get through the 
night. . . . 

He did it, but he was not a very prepossessing 
looking object when he staggered out on deck twelve 
hours later, into the noon sunshine. The chair 
towards which he looked so eagerly was occupied. 
He scarcely knew himself whether that little gulp of 
acute feeling, which shot through his veins, was of 
relief or disappointment. While he hesitated, Win- 
grave raised his head. 

Wingrave did not, as a rule, speak to his fellow 
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the slightest notice. Yet this morning, of all others, 
he addressed him. 

I believe,’^ he said, holding it out towards him, 
that this envelope is yours. I found it under your 
chair.’’ 

Richardson muttered something inarticulate, and 
almost snatched it away. It was the envelope of the 
fatal letter which Mademoiselle Violet had written 
him to Queenstown. 

Sit down, Mr. Richardson, if you are not in a 
hurry,” Wingrave continued calmly. I was hoping 
that I might see you this morning. Can you spare 
me a few minutes ? ” 

Richardson subsided into his chair. His heart was 
thumping against his ribs. WingTave’s voice sounded 
to him like a far-off thing. 

The handwriting upon that envelope which I have 
just restored to you, Mr. Richardson, is well known 
to me,” Wingrave continued, gazing steadfastly at the 
young man whom he was addressing. 

The envelope ! the handwriting ! ” Richardson fal- 
tered. — it was from ” 

An instant’s pause. Wingrave raised his eyebrows. 

Ah ! ” he said. We need not mention the lady’s 
name. That she should be a correspondent of yours, 
however, helps me to understand better several mat- 
ters which have somewhat puzzled me lately. Ho! 
don’t go, my dear sir. We must really have this affair 
straightened out.” 

What affair ? ” Richardson demanded, with a very 
weak attempt at bluster. I don’t understand you — 
don’t understand you at all.” 

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eyebrows were drawn close together; his gaze was 
entirely merciless. 

You are not well this morning,” he remarked. 

A little headache perhaps ! Won’t you try one of 
these phenacetine lozenges — excellent things for a 
headache, I believe ? Warranted, in fact, to cure all 
bodily ailments for ever! What! you don’t like the 
look of them ? ” 

The young man cowered back in his chair. He 
was gripping the sides tightly with both hands, and 
the pallor of a ghastly fear had spread over his face. 

I — don’t know what you mean,” he faltered. I 
have n’t a headache ! ” 

Wingrave looked thoughtfully at the box between 
his fingers. 

If you took one of these, Mr. Richardson,” he 
said, you would never have another, at any rate. 
How, tell me, sir, how you came by them! ” 

I know nothing about — ” the young man began. 

Don’t lie to me, sir,” Wingrave said sharply. 

I have been wondering what the you meant 

by hanging around after me, giving the deck-steward 
five shillings to put your chair next mine, and pre- 
tending to read, while all the time you were trying 
to overhear any scraps of conversation between my 
secretary and myself. I thought you were simply 
guilty of impertinent curiosity. This, however, rather 
alters the look of affairs.” 

^ What does ? ” Richardson asked faintly. That 
box ain’t mine.” 

Perhaps not,” Wingrave answered, but you 
found it in my state-room and filled it up with its 
present contents. My servant saw you coming out, 


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and immediately went in to see what you had stolen, 
and report you. He found nothing missing, but he 
found this box full of lozenges, which he knows quite 
well was half full before you went in. i^ow, what 
was your object, Mr. Richardson, in tampering with 
that box upon my shelf ? ” 

I have — I have never seen it before,” Richard- 
son declared. I have never been in your state-room ! ” 

The deck-steward was passing. Wingrave summoned 
him. 

I wish you would ask my servant to step this 
way,” he said. You will find him in my state- 
room.” 

The man disappeared through the companion way. 
Richardson rose to his feet. 

I ’m not going to stay here to be bullied and cross- 
examined,” he declared. I’m off! ” 

One moment,” Wingrave said. If you leave 
me now, I shall ask the captain to place you under 
arrest.” 

Richardson looked half fearfully around. 

What for?” 

Attempted murder ! Very clumsily attempted, but 
attempted murder none the less.” 

The young man collapsed. Wingrave’s servant came 
down the deck. 

You sent for me, sir ? ” he enquired respectfully. 

Wingrave pointed towards his companion. 

“Was that the person whom you saw coming out 
of my state-room ? ” he asked. 

“ Yes, sir,” the man replied at once. 

“ You could swear to him, if necessary ? ” 

“ Certainly, sir.” 


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That will do, Morrison.’’ 

The man withdrew. Wingrave turned to his victim. 

A few weeks ago,” he remarked, I had a visit 
from the lady whose handwriting is upon that en- 
velope. I had on the table before me a box of phena- 
cetine lozenges. She naturally concluded that I was 
in the habit of using them. That lady has unfortu- 
nately cause to consider me, if not an enemy, some- 
thing very much like it. You are in correspondence 
with her. Only last night you placed in my box of 
these lozenges some others, closely resembling them, 
but fortunately a little different in shape. Mine were 
harmless — as a matter of fact, a single one of yours 
would kill a man in ten minutes. Yow, Mr. Richard- 
son, what have you to say about all this ? Why should 
I not send for the captain, and have you locked up 
till we arrive at 'New York ? ” 

Richardson drew his handkerchief across his damp 
forehead. 

You can’t prove nothing,” he muttered. 

I am afraid that I must differ from you,” Win- 
grave answered. We will see what the captain has 
to say.” 

He leaned forward in his chair, to attract the atten- 
tion of a seaman. 

Richardson interposed. 

All right,” he said thickly. Suppose I o'^vn 
up ! What then ? ” 

A few questions — ■ nothing terrifying. I am not 
very frightened of you.” 

Go on ! ” 

How did you become acquainted with the writer 
of that letter ? ” 


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Richardson hesitated. 

She came to a dancing class at Islington/’ he said. 

Wingrave’s face was expressionless, but his tone 
betrayed his incredulity. 

A dancing class at Islin^on ! ISTonsense ! ” 

Mind,” the young man asserted, it was her 
mistress who put her up to this! It was nothing to 
do with her. It was for her mistress’s sake.” 

Do you know the mistress ? ” Wingrave asked. 

I don’t know her name even. Never heard 
it.” 

Your letter, then, was from the maid ? ” 

Of course it was,” Richardson answered. If 
you recognise the writing you must know that your- 
self.” 

Wingrave looked reflectively seaward. The matter 
was not entirely clear to him. Yet he was sure that 
this young man was telling the truth, so far as he 
could divine it. 

Well,” he said, you have made your attempt 
and failed. If fortune had favoured you, you might 
at this moment have been a murderer. I might have 
warned you, by the bye, that I am an exceedingly 
hard man to kill.” 

Richardson looked uneasily around. 

I ain’t admitting anything, you know,” he said. 

Precisely ! Well, what are you going to do now ? 
Are you satisfied with your first reverse, or are you 
going to renew the experiment ? ” 

I ’ve had enough,” was the dogged answer. I ’ve 
been made a fool of. I can see that. I shall return 
home by the next steamer. I never ought to have got 
mixed up in this.” 


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I am inclined to agree with yon/’ Wingrave re- 
marked calmly. Do I understand that if I choose to 
forget this little episode, you will return to England 
by the next steamer ? ” 

I swear it,” Richardson declared. 

And in the meantime, that you make no further 
attempt of a similar nature ? ” 

I^ot I ! ” he answered with emphasis. I Ve had 
enough.” 

Then,” Wingrave said, we need not prolong this 
conversation. Forgive my suggesting, Mr. Richardson, 
that whilst I am on deck, the other side of the ship 
should prove more convenient for you I ” 

The young man rose, and without a word staggered 
off. Wingrave watched him through half -closed eyes, 
until he disappeared. 

It was worth trying,” he said softly to himself. 

A very clever woman that ! She looks forward 
through the years, and she sees the clouds gathering. 
It was a little risky, and the means were very crude. 
But it was worth trying ! ” 


CHAPTER XIV 


T 


O-MORROW morning/’ Aynesworth re- 
marked, ^^we shall land.” 


Wingrave nodded. 


I shall not be sorry,” he said shortly. 

Aynesworth fidgeted about. He had something to 
say, and he found it difficult. Wingrave gave him no 
encouragement. He was leaning back in his steamer 
chair, with his eyes fixed upon the sky line. Hot- 
withstanding the incessant companionship of the last 
six days, Aynesworth felt that he had not progressed 
a single step towards establishing any more intimate 
relations between his employer and himself. 

Mrs. Travers is not on deck this afternoon,” he 
remarked a trifie awkwardly. 

Indeed ! ” Wingrave answered. I had n’t no- 
ticed.” 

Aynesworth sat down. There was nothing to be 
gained by fencing. 

I wanted to talk about her, sir, if I might,” he 
said. 

Wingrave withdrew his eyes from the sea, and 
looked at his companion in cold surprise. 

To me ? ” he asked. 

Yes ! I thought, the first few days, that Mrs. 
Travers was simply a vain little woman of the world, 
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less enough to flirt all day long, if she chose, without 
any risk, so far as she was concerned. I believe I 
made a mistake ! ’’ 

This is most interesting,’’ Wingrave said calmly, 
but why talk to me about the lady ? I fancy that 
I know as much about her as you do.” 

V ery likely ; but you may not have realised the 
same things. Mrs. Travers is a married woman, with 
a husband in Boston, and two little children, of whom, 
I believe, she is really very fond. She is a foolish, 
good-natured little woman, who thinks herself clever 
because her husband has permitted her to travel a 
good deal, and has evidently been rather fascinated 
by the latitudinarianism of continental society. She 
is a little afraid of being terribly bored when she gets 
back to Boston, and she is very sentimental.” 

I had no idea,” Wingrave remarked, that you 
had been submitting the lady and her affairs to the 
ordeal of your marvellous gift of analysis. I rather 
fancied that you took no interest in her at all.” 

I did not,” Aynesworth answered, until last 
night.” 

And last night ? ” he repeated, questioningly. 

I found her on deck — crying. She had been 
tearing up some photographs, and she talked a little 
wildly. I talked to her then for a little time.” 

Can’t you be more explicit % ” Wingrave asked. 
Aynesworth looked him in the face. 

She gave me the impression,” he said, that she 
did not intend to return to her husband.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

And what have you to say to me about this ? ” he 
asked. 


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I have no right to say anything, of course/^ Aynes- 
worth answered. You might very properly tell me 
that it is no concern of mine. Mrs. Travers has al- 
ready compromised herself, to some extent, with the 
people on board who know her and her family. She 
never leaves your side for a moment if she can help 
it, and for the last two or three days she has almost 
followed you about. You may possibly derive some 
amusement from her society for a short time, hut — 
afterwards ! 

Explain yourself exactly,” Wingrave said. 

Is it necessary ? ” Aynesworth declared brusquely. 
Talk sensibly to her ! Don’t encourage her if she 
should really be contemplating anything foolish ! ” 

Why not ? ” 

Oh, hang it all ! ” Aynesworth declared. I ’m 
not a moralist, but she ’s a decent little woman. Don’t 
ruin her life for the sake of a little diversion ! ” 
Wingrave, who had been holding a cigar case in his 
hand for the last few minutes, opened it, and calmly 
selected a cigar. 

Are n’t you a little melodramatic, Aynesworth ? ” 
he said. 

Sounds like it, no doubt,” his companion an- 
swered, but after all, hang it, she ’s not a bad little 
sort, and you would n’t care to meet her in Piccadilly 
in a couple of years’ time.” 

Wingrave turned a little in his chair. There was 
a slight hardening of the mouth, a cold gleam in his 
eyes. 

That,” he remarked, is precisely where you are 
wrong. I am afraid you have forgotten our previous 
conversations on this or a similar subject. Discon- 


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nect me in your mind at once from all philanthropic 
notions! I desire to make no one happy, to assist at 
no one’s happiness. My own life has been ruined by 
a woman. Her sex shall pay me where it can. If I 
can obtain from the lady in question a single second’s 
amusement, her future is a matter of entire in- 
difference to me. She can play the repentant wife, 
or resort to the primeval profession of her sex. 
I should not even have the curiosity to enquire 
which.” 

In that case,” Aynesworth said slowly, I pre- 
sume that I need say no more.” 

Unless it amuses you,” Wingrave answered, it 
really is not worth while.” 

Perhaps,” Aynesworth remarked, it is as well 
that I should tell you this. I shall put the situation 
before Mrs. Travers exactly as I see it. I shall do my 
best to dissuade her from any further or more inti- 
mate intercourse with you.” 

^^At the risk, of course,” Wingrave said, of my 
offering you — this ? ” 

He drew a paper from his pocket-book, and held it 
out. It was the return half of a steamer ticket. 

Even at that risk,” Aynesworth answered without 
hesitation. 

Wingrave carefully folded the document, and re- 
turned it to his pocket. 

I am glad,” he said, to find that you are so 
consistent. There is Mrs. Travers scolding the deck- 
steward. Go and talk to her! You will scarcely 
find a better opportunity.” 

Aynesworth rose at once. Wingrave in a few mo- 
ments also left his seat, but proceeded in the opposite 


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direction. He made his waj into the purser^s room, 
and carefully closed the door behind him. 

Mrs. Travers greeted Aynesworth without enthu- 
siasm. Her eyes were resting upon the empty place 
which Wingrave had just vacated. 

Can I get your chair for you, Mrs. Travers,” 
Aynesworth asked, or shall we walk for a few 
minutes ? ” 

Mrs. Travers hesitated. She looked around, but 
there was obviously no escape for her. 

I should like to sit down,” she said. I am very 
tired this morning. My chair is next Mr. Wingrave’s 
there.” 

Aynesworth found her rug and wrapped it around 
her. She leaned back and closed her eyes. 

I shall try to sleep,” she said. I had such a 
shocking night.” 

He understood at once that she was on her guard, 
and he changed his tactics. 

First,” he said, may I ask you a question ? ” 

She opened her eyes wide, and looked at him. She 
was afraid. 

Hot now,” she said hurriedly. This afternoon.” 

This afternoon I may not have the opportunity,” 
he answered. Is your husband going to meet you 
at Hew York, Mrs. Travers ? ” 

Ho!” 

Are you going direct to Boston ? ” 

She looked at him steadily. There was a slight 
flush of colour in her cheeks. 

I And your questions impertinent, Mr. Aynes- 
worth,” she answered. 

There was a short silence. Aynesworth hated his 


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task and hated himself. But most of all, he pitied 
the woman who sat by his side. 

hTo! he said, they are not impertinent. I am 
the looker-on, yon know, and I have seen — a good 
deal. If Wingrave were an ordinary sort of man, I 
should never have dared to interfere. If you had 
been an ordinary sort of woman, I might not have 
cared to.” 

She half rose in her chair. 

I shall not stay here,” she began, struggling with 
her rug. 

Do ! ” he begged. I am — I want to be your 
friend, really ! ” 

You are supposed to be his,” she reminded him. 

He shook his head. 

“ I am his secretary. There is no question of 
friendship between us. For the rest, I told him that 
I should speak to you.” 

You have no right to discuss me at all,” she 
declared vehemently. 

Hone whatever,” he admitted. I have to rely 
entirely upon your mercy. This is the truth. People 
are thrown together a good deal on a voyage like this. 
You and Mr. Wingrave have seen a good deal of one 
another. You are a very impressionable woman; he 
is a singularly cold, unimpressionable man. You have 
found his personality attractive. You fancy other 
things. Wingrave is not the man you think he is. He 
is selfish and entirely without affectionate impulses. 
The world has treated him badly, and he has no hesi- 
tation in saying that he means to get some part of his 
own back again. He does not care for you, he does not 
care for anyone. If you should be contemplating any- 


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thing ridiculous from a mistaken judgment of his char- 
acter, it is better that you should know the truth.’’ 

The anger had gone. She was pale again, and her 
lips were trembling. 

Men seldom know one another,” she said softly. 

You judge from the surface only.” 

Mine is the critical judgment of one who has stud- 
ied him intimately,” Aynesworth said. Yours is 
the sentimental hope of one fascinated by what she 
does not understand. Wingrave is utterly heartless ! ” 

That,” she answered steadfastly, I do not 
believe.” 

You do not, because you will not,” he declared. 

I have spoken because I wish to save you from do- 
ing what you would repent of for the rest of your 
days. You have the one vanity which is common to 
all women. You believe that you can change what, 
believe me, is unchangeable. To Wingrave, women 
are less than playthings. He owes the unhappiness 
of his life to one, and he would see the whole of her 
sex suffer without emotion. He is impregnable to 
sentiment. Ask him, and I believe that he would 
admit it! ” 

She smiled and regarded him with the mild pity 
of superior knowledge. 

You do not understand Mr. Wingrave,” she re- 
marked. 

Aynesworth sighed. He realised that every word 
he had spoken had been wasted upon this pale, pretty 
woman, who sat with her eyes now turned seawards, 
and the smile still lingering upon her lips. Studying 
her for a moment he realised the danger more acutely 
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from her face, the weary lines from her month. She 
had the look of a woman who has come into the knowl- 
edge of better things. And it was Wingrave who had 
done this! Aynesworth for the first time frankly 
hated the man. Once, as a hoy, he had seen a keeper 
take a rabbit from a trap and dash its brains ont 
against a tree. The incident fiashed then into his 
mind, only the face of the keeper was the face of 
Wingrave ! 


CHAPTEE XV 


W IXGEAVE and Aynesworth were alone in 
a private room of the Waldorf Astoria 
Hotel. The table at which the former was 
seated was covered with letters and papers. A Xew 
York directory and an atlas were at his elbow. 

I propose/’ Wingrave said, leaning hack in his 
chair, to give you some idea of the nature of my 
business in this country. You will be able then, I 
trust, to carry out my instructions more intelligibly.” 
Aynesworth nodded. 

I thought,” he said, “ that you came here simply 
to remain in seclusion for a time.” 

That is one of my reasons,” Wingrave admitted, 
hut I had a special purpose in coming to America. 
During my — enforced seclusion — I made the ac- 
quaintance of a man called Hardwell. He was an 
Englishman, hut he had lived in America for some 
years, and had got into trouble over some company 
business. We had some conversation, and it is upon 
his information that I am now going to act.” 

He is trustworthy ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

I take the risk,” Wingrave answered coolly. 
There is a small copper mine in Utah called the 
Eoyal Hardwell Copper Mine. The shares are hun- 
dred dollar ones, and there are ten thousand of them. 
They are scarcely quoted now, as the mine has become 


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utterly discredited. Hardwell managed this himself 
with a false report. He meant to have the company 
go into liquidation, and then buy it for a very small 
amount. As a matter of fact, the mine is good, and 
could he worked at a large profit.’’ 

You have Hardwell’s word for that,” Aynesworth 
remarked. 

Exactly ! ” Wingrave remarked. I am proceed- 
ing on the assumption that he told me the truth. I 
wish to buy, if possible, the whole of the shares, and 
as many more as I can get brokers to sell. The price 
of the shares to-day is two dollars ! ” 

I presume you will send out an expert to the mine 
first ? ” Aynesworth said. 

I shall do nothing of the sort,” Wingrave an- 
swered. The fact that I was buying upon informa- 
tion would send the shares up at once. I mean to buy 
first, and then go out to the mine. If I have made a 
mistake I shall not be ruined. If Hardwell’s story 
is true, there will be millions in it.” 

Aynesworth said nothing, but his face expressed a 
good deal. 

Here are the names of seven respectable brokers,” 
Wingrave continued, passing a sheet of paper towards 
him. “ I want you to buy five hundred shares from 
each of them. The price may vary a few points. 
Whatever it is, pay it. Here are seven signed cheques. 
I shall buy myself as many as I can without spoiling 
the market. You had better start out in about a quarter 
of an hour and see' to this. You have my private 
ledger ? ” 

Yes.” 

Open an account to Hardwell in it ; a quarter of 


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all the shares I buy are to he in his name, and a 
quarter of all the profits I make in dealing in the 
shares is to be credited to him.” 

A fairly generous arrangement for Mr. Hard- 
well,” Aynesworth remarked. 

There is nothing generous about it,” Wingrave 
answered coldly. It is the arrangement I made 
with him, and to which I propose to adhere. You 
understand what I want you to do ? ” 

Perfectly,” Aynesworth answered ; I still think, 
however, that much the wiser course would be to send 
an expert to the mine first.” 

Indeed ! ” Wingrave remarked politely. That 
is all, I think. I shall expect to see you at luncheon 
time. If you are asked questions as to why you are 
dealing in these shares to such an extent, you can 
say that the friend for whom you are acting desires 
to boom copper, and is going on the low price of the 
metal at the moment. They will think you a fool, 
and perhaps may not trouble to conceal their opinion, 
after they have finished the business. You must en- 
deavour to support the character. I have no doubt 
but that you will be successful.” 

Aynesworth moved towards the door. 

Once more Wingrave called him back. He was 
leaning a little forward across the table. His face 
was very set and cold. 

“ There is a question which I wish to ask you, 
Aynesworth,” he said. It concerns another matter 
altogether. Do you know who'^ent the Marconigram 
to Dr. Travers, which brought him to Hew York to 
meet his wife ? ” 

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It was sent by someone on board the ship/’ Win- 
grave continued. You have no suspicion as to whom 
it could have been ? ” 

ITone ! ’’ Aynesworth answered firmly. At the 
same time, I do not mind telling you this. If I had 
thought of it I would have sent it myself.” 

WingTave shrugged his shoulders. 

It is perhaps fortunate for the continuation of 
our mutual relations that you did not think of it,” 
he remarked quietly. I accept your denial. I shall 
expect you back at one o’clock.” 

At a few minutes after that hour the two men sat 
down to luncheon. Wingrave at that time was the 
possessor of six thousand shares in the Royal Hard- 
well Copper Mine, which had cost him, on an average, 
two dollars twenty-five. The news of the dealing, 
however, had got about, and although derision was the 
chief sentiment amongst the brokers, the price steadily 
mounted. A dozen telegrams were sent out to the mine, 
and on receipt of the replies the dealing became the 
joke of the day. The mine was still deserted, and no 
fresh inspection had been made. The price dropped 
a little. Then Wingrave bought a thousand more by 
telephone, and it rose again to four. A few minutes 
before closing time he threw every share of which he 
was possessed upon the market, and the next morning 
Royal Hardwells stood at one dollar seventy-five. 

For a week Wingrave pursued the same tactics, and 
at the end of that time he had made twenty thousand 
dollars. The brokerl5**1iowever, now understood, or 
thought they understood, the situation. Ho one bought 
for the rise; they were all sellers. Wingrave at once 
changed his tactics. He bought five thousand shares 


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in one block, and sold none. Even then, tbe market 
was only mildly amused. In a fortnight he was the 
nominal owner of sixteen thousand shares in a com- 
pany of which only ten thousand actually existed. 
Then he sat still, and the panic began. The shares 
in a company which everyone believed to be worthless 
stood at thirty dollars, and not a share was offered. 

A small pandemonium reigned in Wingrave’s sitting- 
room. The telephone rang all the time; the place 
was besieged with brokers. Then Wingrave showed 
his hand. He had bought these shares to hold; he 
did not intend to sell one. As to the six thousand 
owed to him beyond the number issued, he was pre- 
pared to consider offers. One broker left him a cheque 
for twenty thousand dollars, another for nearly forty 
thousand. Wingrave had no pity. He had gambled 
and won. He would accept nothing less than par 
price. The air in his sitting-room grew thick with 
curses and tobacco smoke. 

Aynesworth began by hating the whole business, 
but insensibly the fascination of it crept over him. 
He grew used to hearing the various forms of pro- 
test, of argument and abuse, which one and all left 
Wingrave so unmoved. Sphinx-like he lounged in his 
chair, and listened to all. He never condescended to 
justify his position, he never met argument by argu- 
ment. He had the air of being thoroughly bored by 
the whole proceedings. But he exacted always his 
pound of flesh. 

On the third afternoon, Aynesworth met on the 
stairs a young broker, whom he had come across once 
or twice during his earlier dealings in the shares. 
They had had lunch together, and Aynesworth had 


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taken a fancy to the boy — he was little more — fresh 
from Harvard, and full of enthusiasm. He scarcely 
recognised him for a moment. The fresh colour had 
gone from his cheeks, his eyes were set in a fixed, wild 
stare; he seemed suddenly aged. Aynesworth stopped 
him. 

Hullo, Hesbitt ! ’’ he exclaimed. What ’s 
wrong ? ” 

The young man would have passed on with a mut- 
tered greeting, hut Aynesworth turned round with him, 
and led the way into one of the smaller smoking rooms. 
He called for drinks and repeated his question. 

Your governor has me six hundred Hardwells 
short,’’ Hesbitt answered curtly. 

Six hundred ! What does it mean ? ” Aynesworth 
asked. 

Sixty thousand dollars, or thereabouts,” the young 
man answered despairingly. His brokers won’t listen 
to me, and your governor — well, I ’ve just been to 
see him. I won’t call him names! And we thought 
that some fool of an Englishman was burning his fin- 
gers with these shares. I ’m not the only one caught, 
but the others can stand it. I can’t, worse luck ! ” 

I ’m beastly sorry,” Aynesworth said truthfully. 

I wish I could help you.” 

Hesbitt raised his head. A sudden light flashed in 
his eyes; he spoke quickly, almost feverishly. 

Say, Aynesworth,” he exclaimed, do you thinly 
you Could do anything with your governor for me? 
You see — it ’s ruin, if I have to pay up. I would n’t 
mind — for myself, but I was married four months 
ago, and I can’t bear the thought of going home — 
and telling her. All the money we have between us 


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is in my business, and we We got no rich friends or 
anything of that sort. I don’t know what I ’ll do if 
I have to he hammered. I ’ve been so careful, too ! I 
did n’t want to take this on, but it seemed such a soft 
thing ! If I could get off with twenty thousand I ’d 
keep my head up. I hate to talk like this. I ’d go 
down like a man if I were alone, but — but — oh ! 

confound it all ! ” he exclaimed, with an ominous 

break in his tone. 

Aynesworth laid his hand upon the boy’s arm. 

Look here,” he said, I ’ll try what I can do with 
Mr. Wingrave. Wait here ! ” 

Aynesworth found his employer alone with his 
broker, who was just hastening off to keep an ap- 
pointment. He plunged at once into his appeal. 

Mr. Wingrave,” he said, “ you have just had a 
young broker named Hesbitt on.” 

Wingrave glanced at a paper by his side. 

Yes,” he said. Six hundred short ! I wish they 
would n’t come to me.” 

I ’ve been talking to him downstairs,” Aynesworth 
said. This will break him.” 

Then I ought not to have done business with him 
at all,” Wingrave said coolly. If he cannot find 
sixty thousand dollars, he has no right to be in Wall 
Street. I daresay he ’ll. pay, though! They all plead 
poverty — curs ! ” 

I think Hesbitt’s case is a little different from the 
others,” Aynesworth continued. He is quite young, 
little more than a boy, and he has only just started in 
business. To be hammered would be absolute ruin 
for him. He seems such a decent young fellow, and 
he ’s only just married. He ’s in an awful state down- 


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stairs. I wish yon ’d have another talk with him. I 
think yon ’d feel inclined to let him down easy.” 

Wingrave smiled coldly. 

My dear Aynesworth,” he said, yon astonish 
me. I am not interested in this yonng man’s fntnre 
or in his matrimonial arrangements. He has gambled 
with me and lost. I presnme that he wonld have 
taken my money if I had been the fool they all 
thonght me. As it is, I mean to have his — down to 
the last cent ! ” 

He is n’t like the others,” Aynesworth protested 
doggedly. “ He ’s only a boy — and it seems snch 
jolly hard Inck, does n’t it, only fonr months married ! 
Hew York has n’t mnch pity for panpers. He looks 
mad enongh to blow his brains ont. Have him np, 
sir, and see if yon can’t compromise ! ” 

Fetch him,” Wingrave said cnrtly. 

Aynesworth hnrried downstairs. The hoy was walk- 
ing restlessly np and down the room. The look he 
tnrned npon Aynesworth was almost pitifnl. 

“ He ’ll see yon again,” Aynesworth said hnrriedly. 

Come along.” 

The boy wrnng his hand. 

Yon ’re a brick ! ” he declared. 


CIIAPTEE XVI 


W IXGEAVE glanced up as they entered. He 
motioned Xesbitt to a chair by his side, 
but the young man remained standing. 
My secretary tells me,’’ Wingrave said curtly, 
that you cannot pay me what you owe.” 

It ’s more than I possess in the world, sir,” Xes- 
bitt answered. 

It is not a large amount,” Wingrave said. I 
do not see how you can carry on business unless you 
can command such a sum as this.” 

Xesbitt moistened his dry lips with his tongue. 

I have only been doing a very small business, sir,” 
he answered, but quite enough to make a living. 
I don’t speculate as a rule. Hardwells seemed per- 
fectly safe, or I would n’t have touched them. I sold 
at four. They are not worth one. I could have bought 
thousands last week for two dollars.” 

That is beside the question,” Wingrave answered. 
If you do not pay this, you have cheated me out of 
my profits, for I should have placed the commission 
with brokers who could. Why did you wish to see 
me again ? ” 

I thought that you might give me time,” Xesbitt 
answered, raising his head and looking Wingrave 
straight in the face. “ It seems rather a low down 
thing to come begging. I ’d rather cut my right hand 


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off than do it for myself, but I Ve — someone else to 
think about, and if I ’m hammered, I ’m done for. 
Give me a chance, Mr. Wingrave ! I ’ll pay you in 
time.” 

What do you ask for ? ” Wingrave said, 
thought that you might give me time,” !Mesbitt 
said, and I ’ll pay you the rest off with the whole of 
my profits every year.” 

A most absurd proposal,” Wingrave said coolly. 

I will instruct my brokers to take twenty thousand 
dollars down, and wait one week for the balance. That 
is the best offer I can make you. Good-day ! ” 

The young man stood as though he were stunned. 

I — I can’t find it,” he faltered. I can’t indeed.” 

Your resources are not my affair,” Wingrave said. 

I shall instruct my broker to do as I have said. 
If the money is not forthcoming, you know the 
alternative.” 

You mean to ruin me, then ? ” Nesbitt said slowly. 

I mean to exact the payment of what is due to 
me,” Wingrave said curtly. If you cannot pay, it 
seems to me that I am the person to be pitied — not 
you. Show Mr. Nesbitt out, Aynesworth.” 

Nesbitt turned towards the door. He was very 
pale, but he walked steadily. He did not speak 
another word to Wingrave. 

I ’m beastly sorry,” Aynesworth said to him on 
the stairs. I wish I could help you ! ” 

Thank you,” Nesbitt answered. No one can 
help me. I ’m through.” 

Aynesworth returned to the sitting-room. Wingrave 
had lit a cigarette, and watched him as he arranged 
some papers. 


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Quite a comedy, is n’t it ? ” lie remarked grimly. 

It does n’t present itself in that light to me,” 
Aynesworth answered. 

Wingrave blew the smoke away from in front of 
his face. Ah ! ” he said, I forgot that you were a 
sentimentalist. I look upon these things from my own 
point of view. From yours I suppose I must seem a 
very disagreeable person. I admit frankly that the 
sufferings of other people do not affect me in the 
slightest.” 

I am sorry for you,” Aynesworth said shortly. 

If there is going to be much of this sort of thing, 
though, I must ask you to relieve me of my post. I 
can’t stand it.” 

Whenever you like, my dear fellow,” Wingrave 
answered. I think that you would be very foolish 
to leave me, though. I must be a most interesting 
study.” 

You are — what the devil made you ! ” Aynes- 
worth muttered. 

Wingrave laid down his cigarette. 

I am what my fellows have made me,” he said 
slowly. “ I tasted hell for a good many years. It has 
left me, I suppose, with a depraved taste. Ring up 
my brokers, Aynesworth! I want to speak to Mal- 
colmson. He had better come round here.” 

The day dragged on. Aynesworth hated it all, and 
was weary long before it was half over. Everyone 
who came was angry, and a good many came whom 
Wingrave refused to see. Just before five o’clock, 
young Hesbitt entered the room unannounced. Aynes- 
worth started towards him with a little exclamation. 
The young man’s evident excitement terrified him, and 


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lie feared a tragedy. Malcolmson, too, half rose to 
his feet. Wingrave alone remained nnmoved. 

i^esbitt walked straight up to the table at which 
Malcolmson and Wingrave were sitting. He halted 
in front of the latter. 

Mr. Wingrave,’’ he said, you will give me my 
receipt for those shares for fifty-seven thousand six 
hundred dollars.” 

Wingrave turned to a paper by his side, and ran 
his forefinger down the list of names. 

Mr. Hesbitt,” he said. Yes ! sixty thousand 
dollars.” 

The young man laid a slip of paper upon the 
table. 

That is a certified cheque for the amount,” he said. 

Mr. Malcolmson, please give me my receipt.” 

Ah! ” Mr. Wingrave remarked. I thought that 
you would find the money.” 

Hesbitt bit his lip, but he said nothing till he had 
the receipt, and had fastened it up in his pocket. 
Then he turned suddenly round upon Wingrave. 

Look here ! ” he said. You ’ve got your money. 
I don’t owe you a cent. How I’m going to tell you 
what I think of you.” 

Wingrave rose slowly to his feet. He was as tall 
as the boy, long, lean, and hard. His face expressed 
neither anger nor excitement, but there was a slight, 
dangerous glitter in his deep-set eyes. 

If you mean,” he said, that you are going to 
be impertinent, I would recommend you to change 
your mind.” 

Hesbitt for a moment hesitated. There was 
something ominous in the cool courage of the older 


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man. And before he could collect himself, Wingrave 
continued : — 

I presume,’’ he said, that you chose your own 
profession. You knew quite well that there was no 
place in it for men with a sense of the higher mo- 
rality. It is a profession of gamblers and thieves. 
If you ’d won, you ’d have thought yourself a smart 
fellow, and pocketed your winnings fast enough. How 
that you ’ve lost — don’t whine. You sat down will- 
ingly enough to play the game with me. Don’t call 
me names because you lost. This is no place for 
children. Pocket your defeat, and be more careful 
next time.” 

Hesbitt was silent for a moment. Wingrave, cool 
and immovable, dominated him. He gave a little 
laugh, and turned towards the d.oor. 

Guess you ’re right,” he declared ; we ’ll let it 
go at that.” 

Aynesworth followed him from the room. 

I ’m awfully glad you ’re out of the scrape,” he 

said. 

Hesbitt caught him by the arm. 

Come right along,” he said. I have n’t had a 
drink in the daytime for a year, but we ’re going to 
have a big one now. I say, do you know how I got 
that money ? ” 

Aynesworth shook his head. 

On easy terms, I hope.” 

They sat down in the American Bar, and a coloured 
waiter in a white linen suit brought them whisky and 
Apollinaris in tall tumblers. 

Listen,” Hesbitt said. My brain is on the reel 
still. I went back to my office, and if it had n’t been 


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for the little girl, I should have brought a revolver 
by the way. Old Johnny there waiting to see me, no 
end of a swell, Phillson, the uptown lawyer. He w^ent 
straight for me. 

^ Been dealing in Hardwells ? ^ he asked. 

I nodded. 

Short, eh?’ 

^ Six hundred shares,’ I answered. There was no 
harm in telling him, for the Street knew well enough. 

‘ Bad job,’ he said. ^ How much does Wingrave 
want ? ’ 

“ ^ Shares at par,’ I answered. ‘ It comes to close 
on fifty-seven thousand six hundred dollars.’ 

^ I ’m going to find you the money,’ he said. 

Then I can tell you the things in my office began 
to swim. I ’d an idea somehow that he was there as 
a friend, but nothing like this. I couldn’t answer 
him. 

“ ^ It ’s a delicate piece of business,’ he went on. 
^ In fact, the fewer questions you ask the better. All 
I can say is there ’s a chap in Wall Street got his eye 
on you. Your old dad once helped him over a much 
worse place than this. Anyhow, I ’ve a cheque here 
for sixty thousand dollars, and no conditions, only 
that you don’t talk.’ 

^ But when am I to pay it back ? ’ I gasped. 

^ If my client ever needs it, and you can afford it, 
he will ask for it,’ Phillson answered. ^ That ’s all.’ 

“ And before I could say another darned word he 
was gone, and the cheque was there on my desk.” 

Aynesworth sipped his whisky and Apollinaris, and 
lit a cigarette. 

And they say,” he murmured, that romance 


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does not exist in Wall Street. Yon ’re a lucky chap, 
Yesbitt.” 

Lucky ! Do you think I don’t realise it ? Of 
course, I know the old governor had lots of friends 
on the Street, hut he was never in a big way, and 
he got hit awfully hard himself before he died. I 
can’t understand it anyway.” 

I would n’t try,” Aynesworth remarked, laughing. 

By the bye, your friend, whoever he was, must have 
got to know pretty quickly.” 

Yesbitt nodded. 

I thought of that,” he said. Of course, Phill- 
sons are lawyers for Malcolmson, Wingrave’s broker, 
so I daresay it came from him. Say, Aynesworth, 
you don’t mind if I ask you something ? ” 

Yot at all,” Aynesworth answered. What is 
it?” 

Why the devil do you stop with a man like Win- 
grave ? He does n’t seem your sort at all.” 

Aynesworth hesitated. 

Wingrave interests me,” he answered. He 
has had a curious life, and he is a man with very 
strange ideas.” 

Hesbitt finished his drink, and rose up. 

Well,” he said, he ’s not a man I should care 
to be associated with. Hot but what I daresay he 
was right upstairs. He ’s strong, too, and he must 
have a nerve. But he ’s a brute for all that! ” 

Hesbitt went his way, and Aynesworth returned 
upstairs. Wingrave was alone. 

Have we finished this miserable business ? ” 
Aynesworth asked. 

For the present,” Wingrave answered. Mr. 


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Malcolmson will supply you with a copy of the ac- 
counts. See that Har dwell is credited with a quarter 
share of the profits. Our dealings are over for the 
present. Be prepared to start on Saturday for the 
West. We are going to look for those bears.” 

But the mine ? ” Aynesworth exclaimed. It 
belongs to you now. Aren’t you going out to ex- 
amine it ? ” 

Wingrave shook his head. 
l!To,” he said, I know nothing about mines. My 
visit could not teach me anything one way or the other. 
I have sent a commission of experts. I am tired of 
cities and money-making. I want a change.” 

Aynesworth looked at him suddenly. The weari- 
ness was there indeed — was it his fancy, or was it 
something more than weariness which shone out of 
the dark, tired eyes ? 


BOOK II 


CHAPTEE I 


OUE years ago to-night/’ Aynesworth said, 



looking round the club smoking room thought- 


fully, we bade you farewell in this same 


room ! ” 

Lovell, wan and hollow-eyed, his arm in a sling, 
his once burly frame gaunt and attenuated with dis- 
ease, nodded. 

And I told you the story,” he remarked, of — 
the man who had been my friend.” 

Don’t let us talk of Wingrave to-night ! ” Aynes- 
worth exclaimed, with sudden emphasis. 

Why not ? ” Lovell knocked the ashes from his 
pipe, and commenced leisurely to refill it. Why 
not, indeed? I mean to go and see him as soon as 
I can get about a little better.” 

If your description of him,” Aynesworth said, 
was a faithful one, you will find him changed.” 
Lovell laughed a little bitterly. 

“ The years leave their mark,” he said, upon us 
all — upon all of us, that is, who step out into the 
open, where the winds of life are blowing. Look at 
me! I weighed eighteen stone when I left England, 
I had the muscles of a prize-fighter, and nerves of 
steel. To-day, I turn the scale at ten stone, and am 
afraid to be alone in the dark.” 


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You will be yourself again in no time,” Aynes- 
worth declared cheerfully. 

I shall be better than I am now, I hope,” Lovell 
answered, but I shall never be the man I was. I 
have seen — God grant that I may some day forget 
what I have seen! l^o wonder that my nerves have 
gone ! I saw a Russian correspondent, a strong brutal- 
looking man, go oif into hysterics; I saw another run 
amok through the camp, shooting right and left, and 
finally, blow his own brains out. Many a night I 
sobbed myself to sleep. The men who live through 
tragedies, Aynesworth, age fast. I expect that I shall 
find Wingrave changed.” 

I would give a good deal,” Aynesworth declared, 
to have known him when you did.” 

Lovell nodded. 

You should be able to judge of the past,” he said, 
by the present. Four years of — intimate compan- 
ionship with any man should be enough ! ” 

Perhaps I ” Aynesworth declared. And yet I 
can assure you that I know no more of Wingrave to- 
day than when I was first attracted to him by your 
story, and became his secretary. It is a humiliating 
confession, but it is the truth.” 

That is why you remain with him,” Lovell re- 
marked. 

I suppose so ! I have often meant to leave, but 
somehow, when the time comes, I stay on. His life 
seems to be made up of brutalities, small and large. 
He ruins a man with as little compunction as one 
could fancy him, in his younger days, pulling the 
legs from a fly. I have never seen him do a kindly 
action. And yet, all the time I find myself watch- 


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ing for it. A situation arises, and I say to myself: 

^ iTow, I am going to see something different.’ I 
never do, and yet I always expect it. Am I boring 
you, Lovell?” 

E’ot in the least ! Go on ! Anything concerning 
Wingrave interests me.” 

It is four years ago, you know, since I went to 
him. My first glimpse of his character was the cold 
brutality with which he treated Lady Ruth when she 
went to see him. Then we went down to his country 
place in Cornwall. There was a small child there, 
whose father had been the organist of the village, 
and who had died penniless. There was no one to 
look after her, no one to save her from the charity 
schools, and domestic service afterwards. The church 
was on Wingrave’s estate, it should have been his 
duty to augment the ridiculous salary the dead 
man had received. Would you believe it, Wingrave 
refused to do a single thing for that child! He 
went down there like a vandal, to sell the heirlooms 
and pictures which had belonged to his family for 
generations. He had no time, he told me coldly, for 
sentiment.” 

It sounds brutal enough,” Lovell admitted. What 
became of the child ? ” 

One of her father’s relations turned up after all, 
and took care of her,” Aynesworth said. Wingrave 
knew nothing about that, though. Then on the voy- 
age across the Atlantic, there was a silly, pretty little 
woman on board, who was piqued by Wingrave’s in- 
difference, and tried to fiirt with him. In a few days 
she was his slave. She was going home to her hus- 
band, and you would have thought that any decent 


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fellow would have told her that she was a little fool, 
and let her go. But not Wingrave! She was land- 
ing with him at ISTew York, but someone amongst the 
passengers, who guessed what was up, sent a Marconi- 
gram to her husband, and he met us at the landing 
stage.” 

E'othing came of that, then ? ” 

'Noy hut it was n’t Wingrave’s fault. Then he 
^ began dealing with some shares in a mine — the mine, 
you know. They were supposed to be worthless, and 
' one boy, who was a little young to the game, sold 
him too many. Wingrave was bleeding these brokers 
for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the boy 
came and asked to be let off, by paying his whole for- 
tune to escape being hammered. Wingrave refused. 
I iJelieve if the boy had n’t just been married he ’d 
have blown his brains out ! ” 

Lovell laughed. 

I don’t envy you your job,” he remarked. Is 
there nothing to set down on the credit side of the 
ledger ? ” 

E’ot much,” Aynesworth answered. He is a 
fine sportsman, and he saved my life in the Rockies, 
which makes me feel a bit uncomfortable sometimes. 
He has a sense of justice, for he heard of this mine 
from a man in prison, and he has kept accounts, show- 
ing the fellow’s share down to the last halfpenny. 
But I have never yet known him to speak a kindly 
word, or do a kindly deed. He seems intent upon 
carrying out to the letter his own principles — to make 
as many people as possible suffer for his own broken 
life. How he is back here, a millionaire, with im- 
mense power for good or for evil, I am almost afraid 


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of him. I would n’t be Lady Ruth or her husband 
for something.” 

Lovell smoked thoughtfully for a time. 

Wingrave was always a little odd,” he remarked, 
“ but I never thought that he was a bad chap.” 

Go and see him now! ” Aynesworth said. Tell 
me if you think he wears a mask, or whether he is 
indeed what he seems.” 

The hall-porter entered the room, and addressed. 
Aynesworth. 

Gentleman called for you, sir,” he announced. 

It is Wingrave,” Aynesworth declared. Come 
and speak to him 1 ” 

They descended the stairs together. Outside, Win- 
grave was leaning back in the corner of an electric 
brougham, reading the paper. Aynesworth put his 
head in at the window. 

You remember Lovell, Mr. Wingrave ? ” he said. 

We were just talking when your message came up. 
I Ve brought him down to shake hands with you.” 

Wingrave folded his paper down at the precise place 
where he had been reading, and extended a very limp 
hand. His manner betrayed not the slightest interest 
or pleasure. 

How are you, Lovell ? ” he asked. Some time 
since we met ! ” 

A good many years,” Lovell answered. 

Finished your campaigning? ” Wingrave enquired. 

Knocked you about a bit, have n’t they ? ” 

They very nearly finished me,” Lovell admitted. 

I shall pick up all right over here, though.” 

There was a moment’s silence. Lovell’s thoughts 
had hashed backwards through the years, back to the 


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time when he had sat within a few feet of this man, 
in the crowded court of justice, and listened through 
the painful stillness of that heavy atmosphere, charged 
with tragedy, to the slow unfolding of the drama of 
his life. There had been passion enough then, in his 
voice, and blazing in his eyes, emotion enough in his 
twitching features and restless gestures to speak of 
the fire below. And now, pale and cold, the man who 
had gripped his fingers then, and held on to them like 
a vise, seemed to find nothing except a slight boredom 
in this unexpected meeting. 

I shall see you again, I hope,’’ Wingrave remarked 
at last. By the bye, if we do meet, I should be 
glad if you would forget our past acquaintance. Sir 
Wingrave Seton does not exist any longer. I prefer 
to be known only as Mr. Wingrave from America.” 
Lovell nodded. 

As you wish, of course,” he answered. I do not 
think,” he added, that you need fear recognition. 
I myself should have passed you in the street.” 
Wingrave leaned hack in the carriage. 

Aynesworth,” he said, if you are ready, will 
you get in and tell the man to drive to Cadogan 
Square ? Good-night, Mr. Lovell ! ” 

Lovell re-entered the club with a queer little smile 
at his lips. The brougham glided up into the Strand, 
and turned westwards. 

We are going straight to the Barringtons’ ? ” 
Aynesworth asked. 

Yes,” Wingrave answered. While I thinly of 
it, Aynesworth, I wish you to remember this. Both 
Lady Ruth and her husband seem to think it part 
of the game to try and make a cat’s-paw of you. I 


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am not suggesting that they are likely to succeed, but 
I do think it possible that one of them may ask you 
questions concerning certain investments in which I 
am interested. I rely upon you to give them no 
information.” 

I know very little about your investments — 
outside the mine,” Aynesworth answered. They 
couldn’t very well approach a more ignorant per- 
son. Are you going to help Barrington to make a 
fortune ? ” 

Wingrave turned his head. There was a slight 
contraction of the forehead, an ominous glitter in his 
steel grey eyes. 

I think,” he said, you know that I am not likely 
to do that.” 

The two men did not meet again till late in the 
evening. Lady Ruth’s rooms were crowded, for it 
was the beginning of the political season, and her 
parties were always popular. ^Nevertheless, she found 
time to beckon Wingrave to her, before they had been 
in the room many minutes. 

I want to talk to you,” she said a little 
abruptly. You might have come this afternoon, 
as you promised.” 

Lady Ruth was a wonderful woman. A well-known 
statesman had just asked a friend her age. 

I don’t know,” was the answer, but whatever 
it is, she does n’t look it.” 

To-night she was almost girlish. Her complexion 
was delicate, and perfectly natural, the graceful lines 
of her figure suggested more the immaturity of youth, 
than any undue slimness. She wore a wonderful collar 
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other jewellery. The touch of her fingers upon Win- 
grave’s coat-sleeve was a carefully calculated thing. If 
he had thought of it, he could have felt the slight ap- 
pealing pressure with which she led him towards one 
of the smaller rooms. 

There are two chairs there,” she said. Come 
and sit down. I have something to say to you.” 


CHAPTEE II 


OK several minutes Ladj Euth said nothing. 



She was leaning back in the farthest corner 


-M- of her chair, her head resting slightly upon her 
fingers, her eyes studying with a curious intentness 
the outline of Wingrave’s pale, hard face. He him- 
self, either unconscious of, or indifferent to, her close 
scrutiny, had simply the air of a man possessed of an 
inexhaustible fund of patience. 

Wingrave,” she said quietly, I think that the 
time has gone by when I was afraid of you.” 

He turned slightly towards her, but he did not 
speak. 

I am possessed,” she continued, at present, of a 
more womanly sentiment. I am curious.” 

Ah ! ” he murmured, you were always a little 
inclined that way.” 

I am curious about you,” she continued. You 
are, comparatively speaking, young, well-looking 
enough, and strong. Your hand is firmly planted 
upon the lever which moves the world. What are 
you going to do ? ” 

That,” he said, depends upon many things.” 

“ You may he ambitious,” she remarked. If so, 
you conceal it admirably. You may be devoting your 
powers to the consummation of vengeance against those 


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who have treated you ill. There are no signs of that, 
either, at present.’’ 

We have excellent authority,” he remarked, 
for the statement that a considerable amount of 
satisfaction is derivable from the exercise of that 
sentiment.” 

Perhaps,” she answered, but the pursuit of 
vengeance for wrongs of the past is the task of a 
fool, l^ow, you are not a fool. You carry your life 
locked up within you, as a strong man should. But 
there are always some who may look in through the 
windows. I should like to be one.” 

An empty cupboard,” he declared. “ A cupboard 
swept bare by time and necessity.” 

She shook her head. 

“ Your life,” she said, is moulded towards a pur- 
pose. What is it ? ” 

I must ask myself the question,” he declared, 
before I can tell you the answer ! ” 

E’o,” she said, the necessity does not exist. 
Your reckless pursuit of wealth, your return here, 
the use you are making of my husband and me, 
are all means towards some end. Why not tell 
me ? ” 

Your imagination,” he declared, is running away 
with you.” 

Are you our enemy ? ” she asked. Is this seem- 
ing friendship of yours a cloak to hide some scheme 

of yours to make us suffer ? Or ” She drew a 

little closer to him, and her eyes drooped. 

Or what ? ” he repeated. • 

Is there a little left,” she whispered, “ of the old 
folly?” 


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Why not ? ’’ lie answered quietly, “ I was very 
mncli in love with you.” 

It is dead,” she murmured. “ I believe that you 
hate me now ! ” 

Her voice was almost a caress. She was leaning a 
little towards him ; her eyes were seeking to draw his. 

Hate you ! How impossible ! ” he said calmly. 

You are still a beautiful woman, you know, Ruth.” 

He turned and studied her critically. Lady Ruth 
raised her eyes once, but dropped them at once. She 
felt herself growing paler. A spasm of the old fear 
was upon her. 

Yes,” he continued, age has not touched you. 
You can still pour, if you will, the magic drug into 
the wine of fools. By the bye, I must not he selfish. 
Are n’t you rather neglecting your guests ? ” 

Hever mind my guests,” she answered. " I have 
been wanting to talk to you alone for days. Why have 
you done this ? Why are you here ? What is it that 
you are seeking for in life ? ” 

“ A little amusement only,” he declared. I can- 
not find it, except amongst my own kind.” 

You have not the appearance of a pleasure-seeker,” 
she answered. 

Mine is a passive search,” he said. “ I have 
some years to live — and of solitude, well, I have 
tasted at once the joys and the depths.” 

You are not in love with me any longer, are 
you ? ” she asked. 

I am not bold enough to deny it,” he answered, 
^^but do not he afraid that I shall embarrass you 
with a declaration. To tell you the truth, I have 
not much feeling left, of any sort.” 


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You mean to keep your own counsel, then ? ’’ she 
asked. 

“ It is so little to keep,’^ he murmured, and I have 
parted with so much ! ” 

She measured the emotion of his tone, the curious, 
yet pe!rfectly natural indifference of his manner, and 
she shivered a little. Always she feared what she 
could not understand. 

I had hoped,’’ she said sadly, that we might at 
least have been friends.” 

He shook his head. 

I have no fancy,” he declared, for the cemeteries 
of affection. You must remember that I am beginning 
life anew. I do not know myself yet, or you! Let 
us drift into the knowledge of one another, and 

perhaps ” 

^^Well! Perhaps?” 

There may be no question of friendship ! ” 

Lady Ruth went back to her guests, and with the 
effortless ease of long training, she became once more 
the gracious and tactful hostess. But in her heart, 
the fear had grown a little stronger, and a spectre 
walked by her side. Once during the evening, her 
husband looked at her questioningly, and she breathed 
a few words to him. He laughed reassuringly. 

Oh ! Wingrave ’s all right, I believe,” he said, 
it ’s only his manner that puts you off a bit. He ’s 
just the same with everyone ! I don’t think he means 
anything by it! ” 

Lady Ruth shivered, but she said nothing. Just 
then Aynesworth came up, and with a motion of her 
fan she called him to her. 

Please take me into the other room,” she said. 


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I want a glass of champagne, and on the waj you 
can tell me all about America.’’ 

One is always making epigrams about America,” 
he protested, smiling. Won’t you spare me ? ” 

Tell me, then, how you progress with your great 
character study! ” 

Ah 1 ” he remarked quietly, you come now to 
a more interesting subject.” 

Yes?” 

Frankly, I do not progress at all.” 

So far as you have gone ? ” 

If,” he said, I were to take pen and paper and 
write down, at this moment, my conclusions so far 
as I have been able to form any, I fancy that they 
would make evil reading. Permit me ! ” 

They stood for a few minutes before the long side- 
board. A footman had poured champagne into their 
glasses, and Lady Ruth talked easily enough the jargon 
of the moment. But when they turned away, she 
moved slowly, and her voice was almost a whisper. 

Tell me this,” she said ; is he really as hard and 
cold as he seems? You have lived with him now for 
four years. You should know that, at least.” 

I believe that he is,” Aynesworth answered. I 
can tell you that much, at least, without breach of 
faith. So far as one who watches him can tell, he 
lives for his own gratification — and his indulgence 
in it does not, as a rule, make for the happiness of 
other people.” 

Then what does he want with us ? ” she asked 
almost sharply. I ask myself that question until 
— I am terrified.” 

Aynesworth hesitated. 


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It is very possible,” be said, “ that be is simply 
making use of you to re-enter tbe world. Curiously 
enough, be bas never seemed to care for solitude. He 
makes numberless acquaintances. Wbat pleasure he 
finds in it I do not know, but be seldom avoids people. 
He may be simply making use of you.” 

Wbat do you think yourself ? ” 

I cannot tell,” Ayneswortb answered. Indeed 
I cannot tell.” 

She left him a little impatiently, and Ayneswortb 
joined tbe outside of tbe circle of men who bad 
gathered round Wingrave. He was answering their 
questions readily enough, if a little laconically. He 
was quite aware that be occupied in society tbe one 
unique place to which princes might not even aspire 

— there was something of divinity about bis millions, 
something of awe in tbe tone of tbe men with whom 
he talked. Women pretended to be interested in him, 
because of tbe romance of bis suddenly acquired wealth 

— tbe men did not trouble to deceive themselves or 
anyone else. A break up of tbe group came when a 
certain great and mucb-talked-about lady sent across 
an imperative message by her cavalier for tbe moment. 
She desired that Mr. Wingrave should be presented 
to her. 

They passed down tbe room together a few moments 
later, tbe Marchioness wonderfully dressed in a gown 
of strange turquoise blue, looking up at her companion, 
and talking with somewhat unusual animation. Every- 
one made remarks, of course — exchanged significant 
glances and unlovely smiles. It was so like the Mar- 
chioness to claim, as a matter of course, the best of 
everything that was going. Lady Ruth watched them 


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with a curious sense of irritation, for which she could 
not altogether account. It was impossible that she 
should be jealous, and jet it was equally certain that 
she was annoyed. If Wingrave resisted his present 
fair captor, he would enjoy a notability equal to that 
which his wealth already conferred upon him. Ho 
man as yet had done it. Was it likely that Wingrave 
would wear two crowns ? Lady Ruth beckoned Aynes- 
worth to her. 

Tell me,” she said, what is Mr. Wingrave’s 
general attitude towards my sex ? ” 

Absolute indifference,” he declared promptly, 

unless ” 

He stopped short. 

You must go on,” she told him. 

Unless he is possessed of the ability to make them 
suffer,” he answered after a moment’s hesitation. 

Then Emily will never attract him,” she declared 
almost triumphantly, for she has no more heart than 
he has.” 

He has yet to discover it,” Aynesworth remarked. 
When he does, I think you will find that he will 
shrug his shoulders — and say farewell.” 

All the same,” Lady Ruth murmured to herself, 
Emily is a cat.” 

Lady Ruth spoke to one more man that night of 
Wingrave — and that man was her husband. Their 
guests had departed, and Lady Ruth, in a marvellous 
white dressing gown, was lying upon the sofa in her 
room. 

How do you get on with Wingrave ? ” she asked. 
What do you think of him ? ” 

Barrington shrugged his shoulders. 


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What can one think of a man,” he answered, who 
goes about like an animated mummy? I have done 
my best; I talked to him for nearly half an hour at 
a stretch to-day, when I took him to the club for lunch. 
He is the incarnation of indifference. He won’t listen 
to politics; women, or tales about them, at any rate, 
seem to bore him to extinction; he drinks only as a 
matter of form, and he won’t talk finance. By the 
bye, Ruth, I wish you could get him to give you a tip. 
I scarcely see how we are going to get through the 
season, unless something turns up.” 

Is it as bad as that ? ” she asked. 

Worse ! ” her husband answered gloomily. 

We ’ve been living on our capital for years. Every 
acre of Queen’s Horton is mortgaged, and I ’m shot 
if I can see how we ’re going to pay the interest.” 

She sighed a little wearily. 

Do you think that it would be wise ? ” she asked. 

Let me tell you something, Lumley. I have only 
known what fear was once in my life. I am afraid 
now. I am afraid of Wingrave. I have a fancy that 
he does not mean any good to us.” 

Barrington frovmed, and threw his cigarette into 
the fire with a little jerk. 

Honsense ! ” he exclaimed. The man ’s not 
quite so bad as that. We ’ve been useful to him. 
We ’ve done exactly what he asked. The other mat- 
ter ’s dead and buried. We don’t want his money, 
but it is perfectly easy for him to help us make a 
little.” 

She looked up at him quietly. 

I think, Lumley, that it is dangerous ! ” she said. 

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for/’ lie answered, turning to leave the room. “ Just 
as you please. Only it will be that or the bankruptcy 
court before long ! ” 

Lady Ruth lay quite still, looking into the fire. 
When her maid came, she moved on tiptoe, for it 
seemed to her that her mistress slept. But Lady 
Ruth was wide awake, though the thoughts, which 
were fiitting through her brain had, perhaps, some 
kinship to the land of dreams. 


CHAPTEE III 


A" 


place,” the girl exclaimed as she entered, 
^ more unlike a solicitor’s office, I never 
savp"! Flowers outside and flowers on your 
desk, Mr. Pengarth! Don’t you have to apologise to 
your clients for your surroundings ? There ’s abso- 
lutely nothing, except the brass plate outside, to show 
that this is n’t an old-fashioned farmhouse, stuck 
down in the middle of a village. Fuchsias in the 
window-sill, too ! ” 

He placed a chair for her, and laid down the deed 
which he had been examining, with a little sigh of 
relief. It really was very hard work pretending to 
be busy. 

You see. Miss Juliet,” he explained with twink- 
ling eyes, my clients are all country folk, and it 
makes them feel more at home to And a lawyer’s office 
not very different from their own parlour.” 

She nodded. 

What would the great man say ? ” she enquired, 
pointing to the rows of black tin boxes which lined 
the walls. 

Sir Wingrave Seton is never likely to come here 
again, I am afraid,” he answered. If he did, I 
don’t think he ’d mind. To tell you the truth, I ’m 
rather proud of my offices, young lady ! ” 

She looked around. 


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“ They are nice,” she said decidedly, but un- 
businesslike.” 

You ’re going to put up the pony and stay to lunch, 
of course ? ” he said. I ’ll ring for the boy.” 

She stopped him. 

Please don’t ! ” she exclaimed. I have come to 
see you — on business ! ” 

Mr. Pengarth, after his first gasp of astonishment, 
was a different man. He fumbled about on the desk, 
and produced a pair of gold spectacles, which he 
adjusted with great nicety on the edge of his very 
short nose. 

On business, my dear ! ” he repeated. Well, 
well! to be sure! Is it Miss Harrison who has sent 
you ? ” 

Mr. Pengarth’s visitor looked positively annoyed. 
She leaned across the table towards him, so that the 
roses in her large hat almost brushed his forehead. 
Her wonderful brown eyes were filled with reproach. 

Mr. Pengarth,” she said, do you know how old 
I am?” 

How old, my dear ? Why, let me see ! ” he ex- 
claimed. Fourteen and — why, God bless my soul, 
you must be eighteen ! ” 

I am nineteen years old, Mr. Pengarth,” the 
young lady announced with dignity. Perhaps you 
will be kind enough to treat me now — er — with a 
little more respect.” 

Nineteen ! ” he repeated vaguely. God bless 
my — nineteen years old ! ” 

I consider myself,” she repeated, of age. I 
have come to see you about my affairs ! ” 

Yes, yes ! ” he said. Quite natural.” 


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For four years,” she continued, I seem to have 
been supported by some relative of my father, who 
has never vouchsafed to send me a single line or 
message, except through you. I have written letters 
which I have given to you to forward. There has 
been no reply. Have you sent on those letters, Mr. 
Pengarth ? ” 

Why certainly, my dear, certainly ! ” 

“Can you tell me how it is that I have had no 
answer ? ” • 

Mr. Pengarth coughed. He was not at all com- 
fortable. 

“ Your guardian, Miss Juliet, is somewhat eccen- 
tric,” he answered, “ and he is a very busy man.” 

“ Can you tell me, Mr. Pengarth, exactly what 
relation he is to me ? ” 

There was a dead silence. Mr. Pengarth found the 
room suddenly warm, and mopped his forehead with 
a large silk handkerchief. 

“ I have no authority,” he declared, “ to answer any 
questions.” 

“ Then can you tell me of your own accord,” she 
said, “ why there is all, this mystery ? Why may I 
not know who he is, why may I not write to him? 
Am I anything to be ashamed of, that he will not 
trust me even with his name ? I . am tired of accept- 
ing so much, and not being able to offer even my 
thanks in return. It is too much like charity! I 
have made up my mind that if this is to go on, I 
will go away and earn my own living! There, Mr. 
Pengarth ! ” 

“ Rubbish ! ” he exclaimed briskly. “ What at ? ” 

“ Painting ! ” she declared triumphantly. “ I have 


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had this in my mind for some time, and I have been 
trying to see what I can do best. I have quite de- 
cided, now, to be an artist.” 

Pictures,” he declared sententiously, don’t sell ! ” 
Mine do,” she answered smiling. I have had 
a cheque for three guineas from a shop in London, 
for a little sea piece I did in two afternoons ! ” 

He regarded her admiringly. 

You are a wonderful child ! ” he exclaimed. 

I am not a child at all,” she interrupted warmly, 
and you can just sit down and write to your silly 
client and tell him so.” 

I will certainly write to him,” he affirmed. I 
will do so to-day. You will not do anything rash 
until I have had time to get a reply ? ” 

iN’o! ” she answered graciously. I will wait for 
a week. After that — well, I might do anything ! ” 
You would n’t leave Tredowen, Miss J uliet ! ” he 
protested. 

It would break my heart, of course,” she declared, 
‘^but I would do it, and trust to time to heal it up 
again. Tredowen seems like home to me, but it is n’t 
really, you know. Some day. Sir Wingrave Seton may 
want to come hack and live there himself. Are you 
quite certain, Mr. Pengarth, that he won’t he angry 
to hear that we have been living at the house all this 
time ? ” 

" Certain,” Mr. Pengarth declared firmly. He 
left everything entirely in my hands. He did not 
wish me to let it, hut he did not care about its 
being altogether uninhabited. The arrangement I was 
able to make with your guardian was a most satisfac- 
tory one.” 


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But surely he will come back himself some time ? ” 
she asked. 

The lawyer shook his head sorrowfully. 

I am afraid,” he said, that Sir Wingrave has 
no affection for the place whatever.” 

“ !N^o affection for Tredowen,” she repeated won- 
deringly. Do you know what I think, Mr. Pen- 
garth? I think that it is the most beautiful house 
in the world ! ” 

And yet you talk of leaving it.” 

I don’t want to go,” she answered, but I don’t 
want to be accepting things all my life from some- 
one, whose name even I do not know.” 

Well, well,” he said, you must wait until I 
have written my letter. Time enough to talk about 
that later on. I^ow, if you won’t stay to lunch, you 
must come and see Rachael, and have some cake and 
a glass of wine.” 

How sweet of you,” she exclaimed. I ’m fright- 
fully hungry. Can I do anything to stop growing, 
Mr. Pengarth ? I’m getting taller and taller ! ” 

She stood up. She was head and shoulders taller 
than the little lawyer, slim as a lath, and yet won- 
derfully graceful. She laughed down at him and 
made a little grimace. 

I ’m a giraffe, am I not ? ” she declared ; and 
I ’m still growing. Do show me your garden, Mr. 
Pengarth. I want to see your hollyhocks. Every- 
one is talking about them.” 

They were joined in a few minutes by a prim, 
dignified little lady, ridiculously like Mr. Pengarth, 
whom he called sister, and she Miss Rachael. Juliet 
walked down the garden between them. 


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Sister,” Mr. Pengarth said, J uliet has come 
to-day to see me on business. In effect, she has come 
to remind me that she is grown up.” 

Grown up,” Miss Rachael protested vigorously; 
rubbish!” 

I am nineteen years old,” J uliet declared. 

“ And what if you are,” Miss Rachael replied 
briskly. In my young days, we were in the nur- 
sery at nineteen.” 

Quite so,” Mr. Pengarth assented with relief. 
You took me by storm just now. Miss Juliet. 
After all, you are only a child.” 

I am old enough to feel and to mean all that I 
said to you, Mr. Pengarth,” she answered gravely. 
^^And that reminds me, too — there was something 
else I meant to ask you.” 

Sister,” Mr. Pengarth said, have you ordered 
the wine and the cake ? ” 

Bless me, no ! ” Miss Rachael declared. It shall 
be ready in five minutes.” 

She entered the house. Mr. Pengarth stooped to 
pick some lavender. 

The only time I ever saw Sir Wingrave Seton,” 
she said, was on the day before I was told that a 
relation of my father had been found, who was 
willing to take charge of me. There was a younger 
man with him, someone very, very different from Sir 
Wingrave. Do you know who he was ? ” 

A sort of secretary of Sir Wingrave, I believe, 
dear. I never met him. I was, unfortunately, away 
at the time they came.” 

He was very nice and kind to me,” the girl con- 
tinued, “ just as nice as Sir Wingrave was horrid. 


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I suppose it was because they came on that day, but 
I have always connected him somehow with this mys- 
terious relation of mine. Mr. Aynesworth did n’t help 
to find him, did he ? ” 

Certainly not ! ” the lawyer answered. The in- 
structions I had came first from Mr. Saunders, the 
vicar of the parish. It was he who appeared to have 
made the necessary enquiries.” 

Horrid old man ! ” she declared. He used to 
make me feel that I wanted to cry, every time that 
I saw him.” 

Miss Rachael is calling us,” the lawyer declared 
with obvious relief. 

New cake!” Juliet declared, I can smell it! 
Delicious ! ” 


CHAPTEE IV 


“ r I 'AHEEE are two letters,” Aynesworth an- 
I nounced, whicli I have not opened. One, 
JL I think, is from the Marchioness of West- 
hampton, the other from some solicitors at Truro. 
They were both marked private.” 

Wingrave was at breakfast in his flat ; Aynesworth 
had been in an adjoining room sorting his correspond- 
ence. He accepted the two letters, and glanced them 
through without remark. But whereas he bestowed 
scarcely a second’s consideration upon the broad sheet 
of white paper, with the small coronet and the faint 
perfume of violets, the second letter apparently caused 
him some annoyance. He read it through for a second 
time, with a slight frown upon his forehead. 

You must cancel my engagements for two days, 
Aynesworth,” he said. I have to go out of town.” 

Aynesworth nodded. 

There ’s nothing very special on,” he remarked. 

Do you want me to go with you ? ” 

It is not necessary,” Wingrave answered. I 
am going,” he added, after a moment’s pause, to 
Cornwall.” 

Aynesworth was immediately silent. The one time 
when Wingrave had spoken to him as an employer, 
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had eventually become of the treasures of Tredowen. 
He had always since scrupulously avoided the 
subject. 

Be so good as to look out the trains for me,” Win- 
grave continued. I cannot go until the afternoon,” 
he added after a momentary pause. I have an en- 
gagement for luncheon. Perhaps, if you are not too 
busy, you will see that Morrison packs some things 
for me.” 

He moved to the writing table, and wrote a few 
lines to the Marchioness, regretting that his absence 
from town would prevent his dining with her on the 
following day. Then he studied the money column 
in several newspapers for half an hour, and tele- 
phoned to his broker. At eleven o’clock, he rode 
for an hour in the quietest part of the park, avoid- 
ing, so far as possible, anyone he knew, and gallop- 
ing whenever he could. It was the only form of 
exercise in which he was known to indulge, although 
the knowledge of English games which he sometimes 
displayed, was a little puzzling to some of his ac- 
quaintances. On his return, he made a simple but 
correct toilet, and at half -past one he met Lady Ruth 
at Prince’s Restaurant. 

Lady Ruth’s gown of dove colour, with faint touches 
of blue, was effective, and she knew it. Nevertheless, 
she was a little pale, and her manner lacked that note 
of quiet languor which generally characterised it. She 
talked rather more than usual, chattering idly about 
the acquaintances to whom she was continually nod- 
ding and bowing. Her face hardened a little as the 
Marchioness, on, her way through the room with a 
party of friends, stopped at their table. 

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The two women exchanged the necessary number 
of inanities, then the Marchioness turned to Wingrave. 

You won’t forget that you are dining with me 
to-morrow ? ” 

Wingrave shook his head regretfully. 

I am sorry,” he. said, hut I have to go out of 
town. I have just written you.” 

What a bore,” she remarked. Business, of 
course ! ” 

She nodded and passed on. Her farewell to Lady 
Ruth was distinctly curt. Wingrave resumed his seat 
and his luncheon without remark. 

Hateful woman,” Lady Ruth murmured. 

I thought you were friends,” Wingrave remarked. 

Yes, we are,” Lady Ruth assented, the sort of 
friendship you men don’t know much about. You see 
a good deal of her, don’t you ? ” 

Wingrave raised his head and looked at Lady Ruth 
contemplatively. 

<< Why do you ask me that ? ” he asked. 

Curiosity ! ” 

I do,” he remarked ; you should be grateful to 
her.” 

^^Why?” 

It may save you a similar infliction.” 

Lady Ruth was silent for several moments. 

Perhaps,” she said at last, I do not choose to 
be relieved.” 

Wingrave bowed, his glass in his hand. His lips 
were curled into the semblance of a smile, but he did 
not say a word. Lady Ruth leaned a little across 
the table, so that the feathers of her hat nearly brushed 
his forehead. 


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Wingrave,” she asked, do you know what fear 
is? Perhaps not! You are a man, you see. hTo one 
has ever called me a coward. You would n’t, would 
you ? ” 

he said deliberately, you are not a 

coward.” 

There is only one sort of fear which I know,” 
she continued, and that is the fear of what I do not 
understand. And that is why, Wingrave, I am afraid 
of you.” 

He set down his glass, and his fingers trified for 
a moment with its stem. His expression was 
inscrutable. 

Surely,” he said, you are not serious ! ” 

I am serious,” she declared, “ and you know that 
I am.” 

You are afraid of me,” he repeated softly. I 
wonder why.” 

She looked him straight in the eyes. 

Because,” she said, I did you once a very 
grievous wrong. Because I know that you have not 
forgiven me. Because I am very sure that all the 
good that was in you lies slain.” 

By whose hand ? ” he asked quietly. Ho ! you 
need not answer. You know. So do I. Yes, I can 
understand your fear. But I do not understand why 
you confess it to me.” 

Hor I,” she answered. Hor do I understand 
why I am here — at your bidding, nor why I keep 
you always by my side, whenever you choose to take 
your place there. Are you a vain man, Wingrave? 
Do you wish to pose as the friend of a woman whom 
the world has thought too ambitious to waste time 


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upon such follies ? There is the Marchioness ! She 
would do you more credit still.” 

Thank you,” he answered. I like to choose the 
path myself, when I pass into the maze of follies ! ” 

You have not yet explained yourself,” she re- 
minded him. Of all people in world, you have 
chosen us for your presumptive friends. Why ? You 
hate us both. You know that you do. Is it part of 
a scheme ? Lumley is investing money on your ad- 
vice, I am allowing myself to he seen about with you 
more than is prudent — considering all things. Do 
you want to rake out the ashes of our domestic hearth 
— to play the part of — melodramatic villain? You 
are ingenious enough, and powerful enough.” 

You put strange ideas into my head,” he told 
her lightly. Why should I not play the part that 
you suggest? It might be amusing, and you cer- 
tainly deserve all the evil which I could bring upon 
you.” 

She leaned a little across the table towards him. 
Her eyes were soft and bright, and they looked full 
into his. The colour in her cheeks was natural. The 
air around him was faintly fragrant with the per- 
fume of her clothes and hair. 

We could nT leave off playing at the game — and 
act it, could we ? ” she murmured. “ We could nT 
really — be friends ? ” 

Lady Ruth had played her trump card. She had 
touched his fingers with hers, her eyes shone with the 
promise of unutterable things. But if Wingrave was- 
moved, he did not show it. 

I wish,” he said, that I could accept your offer 
in the spirit with which you tender it. Unfortunately, 


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I am a maimed person. My sensibilities have gone. 
Friendship, in the more intimate sense of the word, 
I may never hope to feel again. Enmity — well, that 
is more comprehensible; even enmity,’’ he continued 
slowly, which might prompt a woman to disguise 
herself as her own lady’s maid, to seek out a tool to 
get rid of the man she feared. Pardon me. Lady 
Ruth, you are eating nothing.” 

She pulled down her veil. 

Thank you, I have finished,” she said in a low 
tone. 

He called for the bill. 

Pray, don’t let my little remark distress you,” 
he said. I had almost forgotten the circumstance 
until something you said brought it into my mind. 
It is you yourself, you must remember, who set the 
example of candour.” 

I deserve everything you can say,” she murmured, 

everything you can do. There is nothing left, I 
suppose, but suffering. Will you take me out to my 
carriage? You can come back and have your coffee 
with the Marchioness! She keeps looking across at 
you, and it will please her to think that you got rid 
of me.” 

He glanced at his watch. 

I am afraid,” he said, rising, “ that I must deny 
myself the pleasure of seeking the Marchioness again 
to-day. I have a train to catch in half an hour. You 
are ready ? ” 

Quite!” 

They made their way through the maze of tables 
towards the door. Lady Ruth exchanging greetings 
right and left with her friends, although the tall, 


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grave-looking man who followed her was hj far the 
greater object of interest. 

Just like Ruth to keep him in her pocket/’ re- 
marked her dearest friend, looking after them 5 they 
say that he has millions.” 

She sighed a little enviously. 

The Barrington menage needs a little backing 
up,” her companion remarked. I should say that he 
had come just in time. The Marchioness has her eye 
upon him too. There may be some fun presently.” 

Lady Ruth’s dearest friend smiled. 

I will back Ruth,” she said drily. Emily is 
beautiful, hut she is too obvious, and too eager ! 
Ruth’s little ways are more subtle. Besides, look at 
the start she has. She is n’t the sort of woman men 
tire of.” 

Lady Ruth held out her hand through the window 
of her electric coupe. 

Thank you for my luncheon,” she said. When 
shall we see you again ? ” 

In a few days,” he answered, standing bare- 
headed upon the pavement. I shall call directly I 
return.” 

Lady Ruth nodded and leaned back. Wingrave 
smiled faintly as he turned away. He had seen 
the little shudder, which she had done her best to 
hide ! 

Lady Ruth found her husband at home, writing let- 
ters in his study. She sank wearily into a chair by 
his side. 

Been lunching out ? ” he enquired. 

She nodded. 

At Prince’s, with Wingrave.” 


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He made no remark, but he seemed far from 
displeased. 

If I ’d only had the pluck,” he remarked a little 
disconsolately, I might have made thousands by fol- 
lowing his advice this week. It was you who put me 
off, too ! ” 

It turned out all right ? ” she asked. 

Exactly as he said. I made five hundred ! I 
might just as well have made five thousand.” 

Can you let me have a couple of hundred ? ” she 
asked. The people are all bothering so.” 

You know that I can’t,” he answered irritably. 
I had to send the lot to Lewis, and then it was n’t 
a quarter of what he is pressing for. We shall never 

get through the season, Ruth, unless ” 

She raised her eyes. 

Unless what ? ” 

Unless something turns up ! ” 

There was a short, uncomfortable silence. Lady 
Ruth rose to her feet, and stood facing the fireplace 
with her back to him. 

Lumley,” she said, let ’s face it ! ” 

He gave a little start. 

Face what ? ” he enquired. 

Ruin, the Bankruptcy Court, and all the rest of 
it ! ” she declared, a note of defiance creeping into 
her tone. 

Her husband’s face was white with astonishment. 
He stared across at her blankly. 

Are you mad, Ruth ? ” he exclaimed. Do you 
know what you are saying ? ” 

Quite well,” she answered. ’m a little sick 
of the whole show. The tradespeople are getting 


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impertinent. I don’t even know where to get flowers 
for dinner to-night, or where to go for my Ascot 
gowns. It must come sooner or later.” 

You ’re talking like a fool,” he declared harshly. 

Do you know that I should have to give up my seat 
and my clubs ? ” 

We could live quietly in the country.” 

Country be — hanged ! ” he exclaimed savagely. 

YTiat use is the country to you and me ? I ’d sooner 
put a bullet through my brain. Ruth, old lady,” he 
added more gently, what’s gone wrong? You’re 
generally such a well plucked ’un! Have you — had 
a row with Wingrave ? ” he asked, looking at her 
anxiously. 

Ho! ” 

Then what is it ? ” 

Hothing ! I ’ve lost my nerve, I suppose ! ” 

You want a change ! It is n’t so very long to 
Cowes now, and, thank heavens, that ’ll cost us nothing. 
We ’re going on Wingrave’s yacht, are n’t we ? ” 

Yes ! we did accept.” 

Barrington fidgeted for a moment with a paper 
knife. 

Ruth,” he asked, what ’s wrong between you 
and Wingrave ? ” 

Hothing,” she answered ; I ’m afraid of him, 
that ’s all ! ” 

Afraid of him 1 Afraid of Wingrave ! ” he re- 
peated. 

Yes ! I do not think that he has forgotten. I 
think that he means to make us suffer.” 

Barrington was almost dignified. 

I never heard such nonsense in my life, Ruth 1 ” 


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he exclaimed. “ I have watched Wingrave . closely, 
and I have seen no trace of anything of the sort. 
Nonsense! It is worse than nonsense! You must 
be getting hysterical. You must get all this rubbish 
out of your head. To tell you the truth ” 

^^Well?” 

I was thinking that you might ask Wingrave to 
help us a bit. I don’t believe he ’d hesitate for a 
moment.” 

Ruth looked her husband in the face. There was 
a curious expression in her eyes. 

Do you think that it would be wise of me to ask 
him ? ” she demanded. 

“ Why not ? ” he answered. You can take care 
of yourself. I can trust you.” 

I told you that I was afraid of Wingrave,” she 
reminded him. I can take care of myself as a 
rule ~ and I do — as you know. I have elected to 
be one of the unfashionables in that respect. But to 
ask Wingrave for money is more than I dare do.” 

“ Then I shall ask him myself,” Barrington de- 
clared. 

She picked up her gloves and turned to leave the 
room. 

I should prefer even that,” she said. 


CHAPTEE V 


“ T "T P to the present, then,’’ Wingrave remarked, 
I I the child has no idea as to who has been 
responsible for the charge of her ? ” 

E’o idea at all. Sir Wingrave,” the lawyer de- 
clared. Your wishes have been strictly carried out, 
most strictly. She imagines that it is some unknown 
connection of her father. But, as I explained to 
you in my letter, she has recently exhibited a good 
deal of curiosity in the matter. She is — er — a 
young lady of considerable force of character for her 
years, and her present attitude — as I explained in my 
letter — is a trifle difficult.” 

Wingrave was sitting in the lawyer’s own chair. 
Mr. Pengarth, who was a trifle nervous, preferred to 
stand. 

She shows, I think, a certain amount of ingrati- 
tude in forcing this journey and explanation upon 
me,” Wingrave declared coldly. It should have 
been sufiicient for her that her benefactor preferred 
to remain anonymous.” 

I regret. Sir Wingrave, that I must disagree with 
you,” Mr. Pengarth answered boldly. Miss Juliet, 
Miss Lundy I should say, is a young lady of character 
— and — er — some originality of disposition. She 
is a great favourite with everyone around here.” 


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Wingrave remained silent. He had the air of one 
not troubling to reply to what he considered folly. 
Through the wide open window floated in the various 
sounds of the little country town, the rumbling of 
heavy carts passing along the cobbled streets, the 
shrill greetings of neighbours and acquaintances 
meeting upon the sidewalk. And then the tinkling 
bell of a rubber-tyred cart pulling up outside, and 
a clear girlish voice speaking to some one of the 
passers-by. 

Wingrave betrayed as much surprise as it was pos- 
sible for him to show, when at last she stood with 
outstretched hand before him. He had only an im- 
perfect recollection of an ill-clad, untidy-looking child, 
with pale tear-stained cheeks, and dark unhappy eyes. 
The march of the years had been a thing whose effects 
he had altogether underestimated. The girl who stood 
now facing him was slight, and there was something 
of the child left in her bright eager face, but she car- 
ried herself with all the graceful assurance of an older 
woman. Her soft, dark eyes were lit with pleasure 
and excitement, her delicately traced eyebrows and 
delightful smile were somehow suggestive of her for- 
eign descent. Her clothes were country-made, but 
perfect as regarded flt and trimness, her beflowered 
hat was worn with a touch of coquettish grace, a trifle 
un-English, but very delightful. She had not an 
atom of shyness or embarrassment. Only there was 
a great surprise in her face as she held out her hands 
to Wingrave. 

I know who you are,’’ she exclaimed. You are 
Sir Wingrave Seton. To think that I never guessed.” 

You remember seeing me, then ? ” he remarked. 


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and his tone sounded all the colder after the full 
richness of her young voice. 

“ I just remember it — only just,” she answered. 

You see you did not take much notice of me that 
time, did you? But I have lived amongst your an- 
cestors too long to make any mistake. Why have you 
stayed away from Tredowen so long ? ” 

I have been abroad,” Wingrave answered. I 
am not fond of England.” 

You had trouble here, I know,” she said frankly. 

But that is all past and over. I think that you 
must forget how beautiful your home is, or you would 
never bear to live away from it. ISTow, please, may 
I ask you a question ? ” 

Any that you think necessary,” Wingrave an- 
swered. Spare me as much as possible ; I am not 
fond of them.” 

Shall I leave you two together for a little time ? ” 
Mr. Pengarth suggested, gathering up some papers. 

Certainly not,” Wingrave said shortly. “ There 
is not the slightest necessity for it.” 

Mr. Pengarth resumed his seat. 

J ust as you please,” he answered. “ But you 
must sit down, Juliet. There, you shall have my 
clients’ chair.” 

The girl accepted it with a little laugh. There 
was no shadow of embarrassment about her manner, 
notwithstanding the cold stiffness of Wingrave’s de- 
portment. He sat where the sunlight fell across his 
chair, and the lines in his pale face seemed deeper 
than usual, the grey hairs more plentiful, the weari- 
ness in his eyes more apparent. Yet she was not in 
the least afraid of him. 


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“ First of all, then, Sir Wingrave, may I ask you 
why you have been so extraordinarily kind to me ? ” 
There is nothing extraordinary about it at all,’^ 
he answered. Your father died and left you friend- 
less, in a parish of which I am Lord of the Manor. 
He received a starvation pittance for his labours, 
which it was my duty to augment, a duty which, with 
many others, I neglected. I simply gave orders that 
you should be looked after.” 

She laughed softly. 

Looked after ! Why, I have lived at Tredowen. 
I have had a governess, a pony to drive. Heaven 
knows how many luxuries ! ” 

That,” he interrupted hastily, is nothing. The 
house is better occupied. What I have done for you 
is less, in proportion, than the sixpence you may 
sometimes have given to a beggar, for I am a rich, 
a ridiculously rich man, with no possible chance of 
spending one-quarter of my income. You had a dis- 
tinct and obvious claim upon me, and, at no cost or 
inconvenience to myself, I have endeavoured, through 
others, to recognise it.” 

I will accept your view of the situation,” the 
girl said, still smiling, but with a faint note of dis- 
appointment in her tone. I do not wish to force 
upon you expressions of gratitude which you would 
only find wearisome. But I must thank you! It 
is in my heart, and I must speak of it. There, it 
is over, you see ! I shall say no more.” 

“ You are a sensible young lady,” Wingrave said, 
making a motion as though to rise. I have only 
one request to make to you, and that is that you 
keep to yourself the knowledge which Mr. Pengarth 


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informs me that you insisted upon acquiring. You 
are nearly enough of age now, and I will make you 
your own mistress. That is all, I think.” 

The smile died away from her lips. Her tone 
became very earnest. 

Sir Wingrave,” she said, for all that you have 
done for me I am, as you know, grateful. I would 
try to tell you how grateful, only I know that it 
would weary you. So we will speak only of the 
future. I cannot continue to accept — even such 
magnificent alms as yours.” 

What do you mean, child ? ” he asked, frowning 
across at her. 

I mean,” she said, that now I am old enough 
to work, I cannot accept everything from one upon 
whom I have no claim. If you will help me a little 
still, I shall he more than grateful. But it must be 
in my own way.” 

You talk about work,” he said. What can you 
do?” 

I can paint,’ she answered, fairly well. I 
should like to go to London and have a few lessons. 
If I cannot make a living at that, I shall try some- 
thing else.” 

You disappoint me,” Wingrave said. There is 
no place for you in London. There are thousands 
starving there already, because they can paint a little, 
or sing a little, or fancy they can. Do you find it 
dull down here ? ” 

Dull ! ” she exclaimed wonderingly. I think 
that there can be no place on earth so beautiful as 
Tredowen.” 

You are happy here ? ” 


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Perfectly ! ” 

Then, for heaven’s sake, forget all this folly,” 
Wingrave said hardly. London is no place for 
children. Miss Harrison can take yon np for a 
month, when you choose. You can go abroad if you 

want to. But for the rest ” 

She rose suddenly, and sweeping across the office 
with one graceful movement, she leaned over Win- 
grave’s chair. Her hands rested upon his shoulders, 
her eyes soft with gathering tears pleaded with his. 
Wingrave sat with all the outward immobility of a 
Sphinx. 

Dear Sir Wingrave,” she said, you have been so 
generous, so kind, and I may not even speak of my 
gratitude. Don’t please think me unreasonable or 
ungracious. I can’t tell you how I feel, but I must, 
I must, I must go away. I could not live here any 
longer now that I know. Fancy for a moment that 
I am your sister, or your daughter! Don’t you be- 
lieve, really, that she would feel the same? And I 
think you would wish her to. Don’t be angry with 
me, please.” 

Wingrave’s face never changed; but his fingers 
gripped the arms of his chair, so that a signet ring 
he wore cut deep into his flesh. When he spoke, his 
tone sounded almost harsh. The girl turned away 
to dash the tears from her eyes. 

What do you think of this — folly, Pengarth ? ” 
The lawyer looked his best client squarely in the face. 

I do not call it folly. Sir WingTave. I think that 
Miss Lundy is right.” 

There was a pause. Her eyes were still pleading 
with him. 


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Against the two of you,” Wingrave remarked, I 
am, of course, powerless. After all, it is no concern 
of mine. I shall leave you, Pengarth, to make such 
arrangements as Miss Lundy desires ! ” 

He rose to his feet. Juliet now was pale. She 
dashed the tears from her eyes, and looked at him 
in amazement, mingled with something which was 
almost like despair. 

You don’t mean,” she exclaimed, you are going 
away without coming to Tredowen ? ” 

Why not ? ” he asked. I never had any inten- 
tion of going there ! ” 

You are very angry with me,” she cried in de- 
spair. — I ” 

Her lip quivered. Wingrave interposed. 

I shall be happy to go and have a look at the 
place,” he said carelessly, if you will drive me back. 
I fancy I have almost forgotten what it is like.” 

She looked at him as at one who had spoken irrev- 
erently. Her eyes were full of wonder. 

I think that you must have indeed forgotten,” 
she said, how very beautiful it is. It is your home 
too ! There is no one else,” she added softly, ‘‘ who 
can live there, amongst all those wonderful things, 
and call it really — home ! ” 

I am afraid,” he said, you will find that I have 
outlived all sentiment; but I will certainly come to 
Tredowen with you ! ” 


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CHAPTEE VI 

I T was here/’ she said, as they passed through 
the walled garden seawards, that I saw you 
first — you and the other gentleman who was 
so kind to me.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

“I believe that I remember it,” he said; you 
were a mournful-looking object, in a very soiled pina- 
fore, and most untidy hair.” 

I had been out. on the cliffs,” she reminded him, 
where I am taking you now. If you are going to 
make unkind remarks about my hair, I think that I 
had better fetch a hat.” 

Pray, don’t leave me,” he answered. I should 
certainly lose my way. Your hair in those days was, 
I fancy, a little more — unkempt ! 

She laughed. 

“ It used to be cut short,” she said. Hideous ! 
There 1 Is n’t that glorious ? ” 

She had opened the postern gate in the wall, and 
through the narrow opening was framed a wonder- 
ful picture of the Cornish sea, rolling into the rock- 
studded bay. Its soft thunder was in their ears; 
salt and fragrant, the west wind swept into their 
faces. She closed the gate behind her, and stepped 
blithely forward. 


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Come ! ’’ she cried. We will climb the cliffs, 
where we left you alone, once before.^’ 

Side by side they stood looking over the ocean. 
Her head was thrown back, her lips a little parted. 
He watched her curiously. 

You must have sea blood in your veins,” he re- 
marked. You listen as though you heard music all 
the time.” 

And what about you ? ” she asked him, smiling. 
You are the grandson of Admiral Sir Wingrave 
Seton, who commanded a frigate at Trafalgar, and 
an ancestor of yours fought in the Armada.” 

I am afraid,” he said quietly, that there is a 
hiatus in my life somewhere. There are no voices 
which call to me any more, and my family records 
are so much dead parchment.” 

Trouble passed into her glowing face, and clouded 
her eyes. 

Ah ! ” she said, I do not like to hear you talk 
so. Do you know that when you do, you make me 
afraid that something I have always hoped for will 
never come to pass ? ” 

What is it ? ” he asked. 

I have always hoped,” she said, that some day 
you would come once more to Tredowen. I suppose 
I am rather a fanciful person. This is a country of 
superstitions and fancies, you know; but sometimes 
when I have been alone in the picture gallery, with all 
that long line of dark faces looking down upon me 
from the walls, I have felt like an interloper. Always 
they seem to be waiting! To-night, after dinner, I 
will take you there. I will try and show you what 
I mean.” 


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He shook his head. 

I shall never come back/’ he said, and there are 
no more of my name.” 

She hesitated. When at last she spoke, the colour 
was coming and going in her cheeks. 

Sir Wingrave,” she said, I am only an ignorant 
girl, and I have no right to talk to you like this. 
Please be angry with me if you want to. I deserve 
it. I know all about — that ten years 1 Could n’t you 
forget it, and come hack? l^one of the country people 
round here, your own people, believe anything evil 
about you. Yon were struck and you struck hack 
again. A man would do that. You could he as lonely 
as you liked here, or you could have friends if you 
wished for them. But this is the place where you 
ought to live. You would be happier here, I believe, 
than in exile. The love of it all would come back, you 
would never be lonely. It is the same sea which sang 
to you when you were a child, and to your fathers 
before you. It would bring you forgetfulness when 
you wanted it, or — ^ — ” 

Wingrave interrupted her. His tone was cold, hut 
not unkind. 

My dear young lady,” he said, it is very good 
of you to be so sympathetic, hut I am afraid I am 
not at all the sort of person you imagine me to he. 
YTiat I was before those ten years — well, I have 
forgotten. What I am now, I unfortunately know. 
I am a soured, malevolent being, whose only pleasure 
lies in the dealing out to others some portion of the 
unhappiness which was dealt out to me.” 

I do not believe it,” she declared briskly. 

He shrugged his shoulders. 


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E'evertheless, it is true/’ he declared coolly. 
Listen ! More or less you interest me. I will tell 
you something which I have never yet told to 
a single human being. I need not go into par- 
ticulars. You will probably believe a broad state- 
ment. My ten years’ imprisonment was more or less 
an injustice! ” 

Sir Wingrave ! ” 

He checked her. There was not a tremor in his 
tone. The gesture with which he had repelled her 
was stiff and emotionless. 

I went into prison one man, I came out another. 
While I live, I shall never be able to think kindly 
again of a single one of my fellow creatures. It was 
not my fault. So far as our affections are concerned, 
we are machines, all of us. Well, my mainspring has 
broken.” 

I don’t believe it,” she declared. 

It is, nevertheless, true,” he affirmed calmly. 
T"^m living in exile because I have no friends, 
because friends have become an impossibility to me. 
I shall not tell you any more of my life, because you 
are young, and you would not believe me if I did. 
Some day,” he added grimly, you will probably hear 
for yourself.” 

I shall never believe anything,” she declared, 
which I do not choose to believe. I shall never be- 
lieve, for instance, that you are quite what you think 
yourself.” 

We will talk of other things,” he said. Five 
years ago, you showed Aynesworth where the seagulls 
built.” 

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you are sure that your head is steady enough. Come 
along I ” . . . 

It was after dinner that she took him into the pic- 
ture gallery. Miss Harrison, very much disturbed 
by the presence of the master of Tredowen, and still 
more so by the hint which she had already received as 
to coming changes, followed them at a little distance. 

I am so sorry,” Juliet said, that we have no 
cigars or cigarettes.” 

I seldom smoke,” Wingrave answered. 

If only we had had the slightest idea of your 
coming,” Miss Harrison said for the tenth time, we 
would have made more adequate preparations. The 
wine-cellar, at least, could have been opened. I 
allowed Mr. and Mrs. Tresfarvun to go for their 
holiday only yesterday, and the cellars, of course, are 
never touched.” 

Your claret was excellent,” Wingrave assured her. 

I am quite sure,” Miss Harrison said, that 
claret from the local grocer is not what you are ac- 
customed to ” 

My dear madam,” Wingrave protested, I seldom 
touch wine. Show me which picture it is, Juliet, that 
you — ah ! ” 

She had led him to the end of the gallery, and 
stopped before what seemed to be a plain oak cup- 
board, surrounded by a massive frame. She looked 
at him half fearfully. 

You want to see that picture ? ” he asked. 

If I might.” 

He drew a bunch of keys from his pocket, and 
calmly selected one. It was a little rusty, but the 
cupboard turned at once on its hinges. A woman’s 


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face smiled down upon them, dark and splendid, from 
the glowing touch of a great painter. Juliet studied 
it eagerly, and then stole a sidelong glance at the 
man by her side. He was surveying it critically, and 
without any apparent emotion. 

Herkomer’s, I think,’’ he remarked. Quite one 
of his best.” 

It is your mother ? ” she whispered. 

He nodded. 

I ’m not great at genealogy,” he said, but I can 
go as far back as that. She was by way of being a 
great lady, the daughter of the Duke of Warminster.” 

You were an only son,” she said softly. She 
must have been very fond of you.” 

Customary thing, I suppose,” he remarked. 

Lucky for her, under the circumstances, that she 
died young.” 

He closed the oaken door in front of the picture, 
and locked it. 

I should like to see the armoury,” he said ; but 
. I really forget — let me see, it is at the end of the 
long gallery, is n’t it ? ” 

She led him there without a word. She was getting 
a little afraid of him. They inspected the library, 
and wandered hack into the picture gallery. It was 
she, now, who was silent. She had shown him all 
her favourite treasures, without being able to evoke 
a single spark of enthusiasm. 

Once,” she remarked, we all had a terrible 
fright. We were told that everything was going to 
be sold.” 

He nodded. 

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seemed to be no hurry. All these things are growing 
into money year by year. Some day I shall send 
everything to Christie’s.’’ 

She looked at him in horror. 

You cannot — oh, you cannot mean it ? ” she cried. 

Why not ? They are no use to me.” 

'No use ? ” she faltered. 

Not a bit. I don’t suppose I shall see them 
again for many years. And the money — well, one 
can use that.” 

But I thought — that you were rich ? ” she 
faltered. 

So I am,” he answered, and yet I go on, making 
more and more, and I shall go on. Money is-the whip 
with which its possessor can scourge humanity. It 
is with money that I deal out my — forgive me, I 
forgot that I was talking aloud, and to a child,” he 
wound up suddenly. 

She looked at him, dry-eyed, but with a strained 
look of sorrow, strangely altering her girlish face. 

You 'must be very unhappy,” she said. 

Not at all,” he assured her. I am one of those 
fortunate persons who have outlived happiness and 
unhappiness. I have nothing to do but live — and 
pay off a few little debts.” 

He rose directly afterwards, and she walked with 
him out to the gardens, whence a short cut led to the 
village. 

I have not tried again to make you change your 
mind,” he said, as they stood for a moment on the 
terrace. If my wishes have any weight with you, 
I trust that you will do nothing without consulting 
Mr. Pengarth.” 


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And you ” she faltered, are you — never 

in London ? Sha’n’t I see you again any time ? ’’ 

If you care to, by all means,’’ he answered. Tell 
Mr. Pengarth to let me have your address. Good-bye ! 
Thank you for taking care of my treasures so well.” 

She held his cold hand in hers, and suddenly raised 
it to her lips. Then she turned away, and hurried 
indoors. 

Wingrave stood still for a moment, and gazed at 
his hand through the darkness, as though the ghosts 
of dead things had flitted out from the dark laurel 
shrubs. Then he laughed quietly to himself. 


CHAPTEK VII 


B y the bye,” the Marchioness asked him, 
, have you a Christian name ? ” 

Sorry,” Wingrave answered, if I ever 
had I Ve forgotten it.” 

“ Then I must call you Wingrave,” she remarked. 
I hate calling anyone I know decently well Mr. 
anything.” 

Charmed,” Wingrave answered ; it is n’t a bad 
name.” 

It is n’t,” she admitted. By the bye,” she con- 
tinued, looking at him critically, you are rather a 
surprising person, are n’t you ? ” 

Glad you ’ve found it out,” Wingrave answered. 
I always thought so.” 

One associates all sorts of terrible things with 
millionaires — especially African and American ones,” 
she remarked. ISTow you could pass anywhere for 
the ordinary sort of decent person.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

I was told the other day,” he remarked reflect- 
ively, ^^that if I would only cultivate two things, 
I might almost pass as a member of the English 
aristocracy.” 

What were they ? ” she asked rashly. 

Ignorance and impertinence,” he answered. 

The Marchi ess was silent for a moment. There 

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was a little more colour than usual in her beautiful 
cheeks, and a dangerous glitter in her eyes. 

You can go home, Mr. Wingrave,’’ she said. 

He rose to his feet imperturbably. The Mar- 
chioness stretched out a long white hand, and gently 
forced him back again. 

You must n’t talk like that to me,” she said 
quietly. I am sensitive.” 

He bowed. 

A privilege, I believe, of your order,” he remarked. 

Of course, if you want to quarrel ” she began. 

I don’t,” he assured her. 

Then be sensible ! I want to talk to you.” 

Sensible, alone with you ! ” he murmured. I 
should establish a new record.” 

You certainly are n’t in the least like a million- 
aire,” she declared, smiling at him, you are more 
like a ” 

Please go on,” he begged. 

I dare n’t,” she answered, shaking her head. 

Then you are n’t in the least like a marchioness,” 
he declared. At least, not like our American ideas 
of one.” 

She laughed outright. 

“ Bring your chair quite close to mine,” she or- 
dered, I really want to talk to you.” 

He obeyed, and affected to be absorbed in the con- 
templation of the rings on the hand which a great 
artist had called the most beautiful in England. She 
withdrew it a little peevishly, after a moment’s 
pause. 

I want to talk about the Barringtons,” she said. 

Do you know that they are practically ruined ? ” 


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I heard that Barrington had been gambling on the 
Stock Exchange the last few days/’ he answered. 

He has lost a great deal of money/’ she answered, 
and they were almost on their last legs before. Are 
you going to set them straight again ? ” 

E'o idea,” he answered. I have n’t been asked, 
for one thing.” 

Ruth will ask you, of course,” the Marchioness 
said impatiently. I expect that she is waiting at 
your flat by now. I want to know whether you are 
going to do it.” 

The hand was again very close to his. Again Win- 
grave contemplated the rings. 

I forgot that you were her friend, and are natu- 
rally anxious,” he remarked. 

I am not her friend,” the Marchioness answered, 
and — I do not wish you to help them.” 

Wingrave was silent. The hand was insistent, and 
he held it for a moment lightly, and then let it go. 

Well, I don’t know,” he said doubtfully. The 
Barringtons have been very hospitable to me.” 

Rubbish ! ” the Marchioness answered. You 
have done quite enough for them already. Of course, 
you are a man — and you must choose. I am sure 
that you understand me.” 

He rose to his feet. 

I must think this out,” he said. The Barring- 
tons have a sort of claim on me. I will let you , know 
which way I decide.” 

She stood close to him, and her hand fell upon his 
shoulder. 

You are not going ! ” she exclaimed. I have 
told them that I am at home to no one, and I thought 


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that you would stay and entertain me. Sit down 
agam, Wingrave ! ” 

Sorry,” he answered, I have a lot to do this 
afternoon. I came directly I had your note; but I 
have had to keep some other people waiting.” 

You are going to see Lady Ruth ! ” 

i^ot that I know of,” he declared. I have 
heard nothing from her. By the bye, I lost some 
money to you at bridge the other evening. How much 
was it ? Do you remember ? ” 

She looked at him for a second, and turned away. 

Do you really want to know ? ” she asked. 

If you please. Put the amount down on a piece 
of paper, and then I sha’n’t forget it.” 

She crossed the room to her desk, and returned with 
a folded envelope. He stuffed it into his waistcoat 
pocket. 

I shall be at the opera to-night,” she said. 

Will you come there and tell me what — which 
you decide ? ” 

With pleasure,” he answered, if I can get away 
from a stupid dinner in time.” 

She let him go reluctantly. Afterwards she passed 
into her own room, and stood looking at herself in 
the pier-glass. Artists and the society papers called 
her the most beautiful woman in England; fashion 
had placed her upon such a pinnacle that men counted 
it a distinction to be seen speaking to her. She dealt 
out her smiles and favours like Royalty itself; she 
had never once known a rebuff. This afternoon she 
felt that she had received one. Had she been too cold 
or too forward ? Perhaps she had underestimated the 
man himself. She rang for her maid. 


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Celeste/’ slie said, I shall wear my new Paqnin 
gown to-night at the opera, and my pearls/’ 

Very good, yonr ladyship.” 

And I am going to lie down for an hour or two 
now. Don’t let me be disturbed. I want to look my 
best to-night. You understand ? ” 

Perfectly, your ladyship/’ 

The Marchioness rested, but she did not sleep. She 
was thinking of Wingrave! 

It was not Lady Ruth, but her husband, who was 
waiting to see Wingrave on his return. Aynesworth 
was talking to him, but at once withdrew. Wingrave 
nodded with slightly upraised eyebrows. He never 
shook hands with Barrington. 

You wanted to see me ? ” he enquired, carelessly 
turning over a little pile of letters. 

Barrington was ill at ease. He hated himself and 
he hated his errand. 

Yes, for a moment or two — if you ’re not 
busy,” he said. May I smoke ? I’m nervous this 
morning.” 

Help yourself,” Wingrave said shortly. Cigar- 
ettes and cigars on the sideboard. Touch the bell 
if you ’ll take anything to drink.” 

Thanks — Aynesworth gave me a brandy and 
soda. Capital fellow, Aynesworth ! ” 

Have another,” Wingrave said shortly. 

He crossed the room to the sideboard. Wingrave 
glanced up from his letters, and smiled coldly as he 
saw the shaking fingers. 

I don’t often indulge like this,” Barrington said, 
turning away from the sideboard with a tumbler 
already empty in his hands. The fact is, I ’ve had 


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rather a rude knock, and Ruth thought I ’d better 
come and see you.’’ 

Wingrave remained a study of impassivity. His 
guest’s whole demeanour, his uneasy words and 
nervous glances were an unspoken appeal to be 
helped out in what he had come to say. And Win- 
grave knew very well what it was. l^evertheless, he 
remained silent — politely questioning. Barrington 
sat down a little heavily. He was not so carefully 
dressed as usual; he looked older, his appearance 
lacked altogether that air of buoyant prosperity which 
was wont to inspire his friends and creditors with 
confidence. 

I ’ve been a fool, Wingrave,” he said. You 
showed me how to make a little money a few weeks 
ago, and it seemed so easy that I could n’t resist 
having a try by myself, only on rather a larger 
scale. I lost! Then I went in again to pull myself 
round, and I lost again. I lost — more than I can 
easily raise before settlement.” 

I am sorry,” Wingrave said politely. It is 
very unwise to meddle in things you know so little 
about.” 

For a moment the worm turned. Barrington rose 
to his feet, and with a deep fiiish upon his cheeks 
moved towards the door. But his spark of genuine 
feeling died out almost as soon as it had been kindled. 
Outside that door was ruin; within, as he very well 
knew, lay his only chance of salvation. He set do^vn 
his hat, and turned round. 

Wingrave,” he said, will you lend me some 
money ? ” 

Wingrave looked at him with upraised eyebrows. 


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I/’ he remarked, lend yon money ? Why should 

I? ’’ 

Heaven knows,’’ Barrington answered. It is 
you who have chosen to seek us out. You have 
forced upon us something which has at least the sem- 
blance of friendship. There is no one else whom I 
could ask. It is n’t only this damned Stock Exchange 
transaction. Everything has gone wrong with me for 
years. If I could have kept going till next July, I 
should have been all right. I have made a little 
success in the House, and I am promised a place in 
the next government. I know it seems queer that I 
should he asking you, hut it is that — or ruin. 'Now 
you know how things are with me.” 

You are making,” Wingrave said quietly, a 
mistake. I have not pretended or given the slightest 
evidence of any friendship for yourself.” 

Barrington looked at him with slowly mounting 
colour. 

You mean ” 

Precisely,” WingTave interrupted. I do not 
know what I might or might not do for Lady Ruth. 
I have not considered the subject. It has not, in 
fact, been presented to me.” 

It is the same thing,” Barrington declared 
hoarsely. 

Pardon me — it is not,” Wingrave answered. 

What I ask you to do,” Barrington said, I ask 
on behalf of my wife.” 

As an ambassador,” Wingrave said coldly, you 
are not acceptable to me. It is a matter which I 
could only discuss with Lady Ruth herself. If Lady 
Ruth has anything to say to me, I will hear it.” 


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Barrington stood quite still for several moments. 
The veins on his forehead stood out like tightly drawn 
cords, his breath came with difficulty. The light in 
his eyes, as he looked at Wingrave, was almost 
murderous. 

If Lady Ruth desires to see me,” Wingrave re- 
marked slowly, I shall he here at nine o’clock this 
evening. To-morrow my movements are uncertain. 
You will excuse me if I hurry you away now. I 
have an engagement which is already overdue.” 

Barrington took up his hat and left the room with- 
out a word. Wingrave remained in his chair. His 
eyes followed the departing figure of his visitor. When 
he was absolutely sure that he was alone, he covered 
his face with one hand. His engagement seemed to 
have been with his thoughts, for he did not stir for 
nearly an hour later. Then he- rang the bell for 
Aynesworth. 


CHAPTEE YIII 


W IITGEAVE did not speak for several mo- 
ments after Aynesworth had entered the 
room. He had an engagement book before 
him, and seemed to be deep in its contents. When at 
last he looked up, his forehead was furrowed with 
thought, and he had the weary air of a man who has 
been indulging in unprofitable memories. 

Aynesworth,^’ he said, be so good as to ring 
up Walters and excuse me from dining with him 
to-night.” 

Aynesworth nodded. 

Any particular form of excuse ? ” he asked. 

Ho ! Say that I have an unavoidable engage- 
ment. I will see him to-morrow morning.” 

Anything else ? ” Aynesworth asked, preparing to 
leave the room. 

Ho ! You might see that I have no visitors this 
evening. Lady Euth is coming here at nine o’clock.” 

Lady Euth is coming here,” Aynesworth repeated 
in a colourless tone. Alone ? ” 

“ Yes.” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders, but made no 
remark. He turned towards the door, but Wingrave 
called him back. 

Your expression, Aynesworth,” he said, interests 
me. Am I or the lady in question responsible for it ? ” 
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“ I am sorrj for Lady Ruth/’ Aynesworth said. 

I think that I am sorry, too, for her husband.” 

Whj ? She is coming of her own free will.” 

There are different methods of compulsioi;!,” 
Aynesworth answered. 

Wingrave regarded him thoughtfully. 

That,” he said, is true. But I still do not un- 
derstand why you are sorry for her.” 

Because,” Aynesworth said, I know the history 
of a certain event, and I know you. It is, I suppose, 
for this end that you made use of them.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

Quite right,” he declared. I think that the 
time is not far off when that dear lady and I can 
cry quits. This time, too, I see nothing to impair 
my satisfaction at the probable finale. In various 
other cases, as you might remember, I have not been 
entirely successful.” 

It depends,” Aynesworth remarked drily, upon 
what you term success.” 

Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. 

I think,” he said coldly, that you are aware of 
what my feelings and desired course of action have 
been, with regard to those of my fellow creatures with 
whom I have happened to come into contact. It seems 
to me that I have been a trifle unfortunate in several 
instances.” 

As for instance ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

Well, to take a few cases only,” Wingrave con- 
tinued, there was the child down at Tredowen, whom 
you were so anxious for me to befriend. Of course, 
I declined to do anything of the sort, and she ought, 
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founded and supported by fools, and eventually be- 
come, perhaps, a domestic servant. Instead of which, 
some relation of her father turns up and provides 
for her lavishly. You must admit that that was 
unfortunate.’’ 

. It . depends upon the point of view,” Aynesworth 
remarked drily. Personally, I considered it a most 
fortunate occurrence.” 

^laturally,” Wingrave agreed. But then you 
are a sentimentalist. You like to see people happy, 
and you would even help to make them so, if you 
could without any personal inconvenience. I am 
at the other pole. If I could collect humanity into 
one sentient force, I would set my heel upon it without 
hesitation. I try to do what I can with the atoms, but 
I have not the best of fortune. There was Mrs. 
Travers, now! There I should have been successful 
beyond a doubt, if some busybody hadn’t sent that 
cable to her husband. I wonder if you were idiot 
enough to do that, Aynesworth ? ” 

If I had thought of the Marconigram,” Aynes- 
worth said, I am sure I should have done it. But as 
a matter of fact, I did not.” 

J ust as well, so far as our relations are con- 
cerned,” Wingrave said coldly. I did manage to 
make poor men of a few brokers in ITew York, but 
my best coup went wrong. That boy would have 
blown his brains out, I believe, if some meddling 
idiot had n’t found him all that money at the last 
moment. I have had a few smaller successes, of 
course, and there is this affair of Lady Ruth and 
her estimable husband. You know that he came to 
borrow money of me, I suppose ? ” 


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I guessed itj” Aynesworth answered. You 
should be modern in your revenge, and lend it to 
him.’’ 

Wingrave smiled coldly. 

I fancy,” he said, that Lumley Barrington will 
find my revenge modern enough. I may lend the 
money they need — but it will be to Lady Ruth ! 
I told her husband so a few minutes ago. I told 
him to send his wife to me. He has gone to tell her 
now ! ” 

I wonder,” Aynesworth remarked, that he did 
not thrash you — or try to.” 

Again Wingrave’s lips parted. 

Moral deterioration has set in already,” he re- 
marked. “ When he pays his bills with my money, 
he will lose the little he has left of his self-respect.” 

Aynesworth turned abruptly away. He was 
strongly tempted to say things which would have 
ended his connection with Wingrave, and as yet he 
was not ready to leave. For the sake of a digression, 
he took up a cheque book from the table. 

There are three cheques,” he remarked, which 
I cannot trace. One for ten thousand pounds, another 
for five, and a third for a thousand pounds. What 
account shall I put them to ? ” 

Private drawing account,” Wingrave answered. 

They represent a small speculation. By the bye, 
you ’d better go and ring up Walters.” 

Do you wish the particulars entered in your 
sundry investment book ? ” Aynesworth asked. 

Wingrave smiled grimly. 

I think not,” he answered. You can put them 
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evening, I shall dine at the Cafe Royal at eight o’clock, 
and shall return here at five minutes to nine.” 

Lady Ruth was punctual. At a few minutes past 
nine, Morrison announced that a lady had called to 
see Mr. Wingrave by appointment. 

You can show her in,” Wingrave said. See that 
»we are not disturbed.” 

Lady Ruth was scarcely herself. She was dressed 
in a high-necked muslin gown, and she wore a hat 
and veil, which somewhat obscured her features. The 
latter she raised, however, as she accepted the chair 
which Wingrave had placed for her. He saw then 
that she was pale, and her manner betrayed an alto- 
gether unfamiliar nervousness. She avoided his eyes. 

Did you expect me ? ” she asked. 

Yes ! ” he answered, I thought that you would 
come.” 

Her foot, long and slender, beat impatiently upon 
the ground. She looked up at him once, but imme- 
diately withdrew her eyes. 

Why did you bring me here ? ” she asked in a 
low tone. 

My dear Lady Ruth ! ” he protested. 

If you want to play at being friends,” she said, 
for heaven’s sake call me Ruth. You found it easy 
enough once.” 

You are very kind,” he answered. Ruth, by 
all means.” 

JSTow will you answer my question ? ” she said. 
Do you mean — to help us ? ” 

Hs — no ! ” he answered ; you — perhaps yes ! ” 
he added. 


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Then she looked at him, and found herself puzzled 
by the perfect impassivity of his features. Surely he 
would drop the mask now. He had insisted upon her 
coming ! 

Perhaps ? she repeated. What then — are the 
conditions ? 

He bent over towards her. Curiously enough, there 
was, mingled with many other sensations, a certain 
sense of triumph in the thought, it was almost a hope, 
that at last he was going to betray himself, that he 
was going to admit tacitly, or by imputation, that her 
power over him was not wholly dead. It was a ter- 
rible situation — in her heart she felt so, but it had 
its compensations. AVingrave had been her constant 
attendant for months. He had seen her surrounded 
by men, all anxious to secure a smile from her; he 
had seen her play the great lady in her own house, 
and she played it very well. She knew that she was 
a past mistress in the arts which fascinate his sex, she 
understood the quiet speeches, the moods, every trick 
of the gamester in emotions, from the fluttering of 
eyelids to the unchaining of the passions. And he 
had loved her. Underneath it all, he must love her 
now. She was determined that he should tell her so. 
It was genuine excitement which throbbed in her 
pulses, a genuine colour which burned in her cheeks. 

The conditions ? ’’ he repeated. You believe, 
then, that I mean to make conditions ? ” 

She raised her eyes to his, eloquent eyes she knew, 
and looked at him. The mask was still there — hut 
he had moved a little nearer to her. 

I do not know,” she said softly. You must 
tell me.” 


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There was a moment’s silence. She had scarcely 
given herself credit for such capacity for emotion. 
He was on his feet. Surely the mask must go now ! 
And then — she felt that it must be a nightmare. 
It was incredible! He had struck a match and was 
calmly lighting a cigarette. 

One/’ he said coolly, is that Mademoiselle Violet 
employs no more amateur assassins to make clumsy 
attempts upon my life.” 

She sat in her place rigid — half frozen with a cold, 
numbing fear. He had sent for her, then, only to 
mock her. She had failed! They were not even to 
have the money ! Speech was quite impossible. Then 
he continued. 

I will take your assent for granted,” he said. 

Do you know how much you require to free your- 
self?” 

About eight thousand pounds ! ” she answered 
mechanically. 

He sat down and wrote a cheque, which he laid 
before her. 

You will have to endorse that,” he remarked in 
a matter-of-fact tone. Your name at the back will 
do instead of a receipt.” 

She sprang to her feet. 

Keep your money,” she cried. I will not touch 
it. Please open the door for me! I am going.” 

By all means — if you wish it,” he answered un- 
disturbed. At the same time, I am curious to know 
why you came here at all, if you did not intend to 
accept it.” 

She faced him, hot and angry. 

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that or ruin. But you are too cruel! You make it 
— ‘ impossible.’’ 

You surprise me,” he answered. I suppose you 
know best.” 

For heaven’s sake tell me,” she cried passion* 
ately, what has come to you, what manner of a man 
are you ? You loved me once ! l^ow, even, after all 
these years, you cannot deny it. You have gone out of 
your way to be with me, to be my companion wher- 
ever we are. People are beginning to smile when they 
see us together. I don’t mind^ I — for God’s sake 
tell me, Wingrave I Why do you do it ? Why do you 
lend me this money ? What can I do for you ? What 
do you want me to be ? Are you as cold as a stone ? 
Have you no heart — no heart even for friendship ! ” 
I would not seek,” he answered, to buy — your 
friendship with a cheque ! ” 

But it is yours already,” she cried, holding out 
her hands. Give me a little kindness, Wingrave ! 
You make me feel and seem a perfect idiot. Why, 
I ’d rather you asked me anything than treated me 
like this.” 

I was under the impression,” Wingrave remarked, 
that I was behaving rather well. I wonder what 
would really satisfy you ! ” 

To have you behave as you are doing, and want 
to behave differently,” she cried. You are mag- 
nificent — but it is because you are indifferent. Will 
you kiss me, Wingrave ? ” 

With pleasure ! ” he answered. 

She drew away from him quickly. 

Is it — another woman ? ” she asked. The 
Marchioness ? ” 


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Her eagerness was almost painful. He did not 
answer her at once. She caught hold of his wrist and 
drew him towards her. Her eyes searched his face. 

The Marchioness/’ he said, is a very beautiful 
woman. She does not, however, affect the situation 
as between you and me.” 

If she dared ! ” Lady Ruth murmured. “ Win- 
grave, won’t ‘you try and be friends with me ? ” 

I will try — certainly,” he answered. You 
would be surprised, however, if you could realise the 
effect of a long period of enforced seclusion upon a 

man of my ” 

Don’t ! ” she shrieked ; stop ! ” 

My temperament, I was about to say,” he con- 
cluded. There was a time when I am afraid I 
might have been tempted, under such circumstances 
as these, to forget that you were no longer free, to 
forget everything that except we were alone, and that 
you — are as beautiful as ever you were ! ” 

Yes ! ” she murmured, moving imperceptibly a 
little nearer towards him. 

He picked up the cheque and gave it to her. 

I am no actor,” he said, looking at her steadily. 

At present, I make no conditions. But ” 

She leaned towards him. He took her face between 
his hands and kissed her on the lips. 

I may make them later,” he said. I reserve 
my right.” 

She looked at him for a moment, and dropped her 
veil. 

Please take me down to my carriage,” she asked. 


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“ T AM perfectly certain,” Juliet declared, that 
I we ought not to he here.” 

JL That,” Aynesworth remarked, fanning 

himself lightly with his pocket handkerchief, may 
account for the extraordinary sense of pleasure which 
I am now experiencing. At the same time, I can’t 
see why not.” 

I only met you this afternoon — a few hours ago. 
And here we are, absolutely wedged together on these 
seats — and my chaperon is dozing half the time.” 

Pardon me,” Aynesworth objected, I knew you 
when you were a child.” 

For one day ! ” 

Nevertheless,” Aynesworth persisted, the fact 
remains. If you date our acquaintance from this 
afternoon, I do not. I have never forgotten the little 
girl in short frocks and long black hair, who showed 
me where the seagulls built, and told me Cornish 
fairy stories.” 

It was a very long time ago,” she remarked. 

Four years,” he answered; for you, perhaps, a 
long time, because you have changed from a child — 
into a woman. But for a man approaching middle-age 
— as I am — nothing ! ” 

That is all very well,” she answered, hut I am 
not sure that we ought to he in the gallery at 


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Covent Garden together, with a chaperon who will 
sleep ! ” 

She will wake up,’’ he declared, with the 

music.” 

And I,” she murmured, will dream. Is n’t it 
lovely?” 

He smiled. 

I wonder how it really seems to you,” he re- 
marked. We are breathing an atmosphere hot with 
gas, and fragrant with orange peel. We are squashed 
in amongst a crowd of people, of a class whom I fancy 
that neither you nor I know much about. And I saw 
you last in a wilderness! We saw only the yellow 
sands, and the rocks, and the Atlantic. We heard only 
the thunder of the sea and the screaming of seagulls. 
This is very different.” 

Wonderfully, wonderfully different,” she an- 
swered. I miss it all ! Of course I do, and yet 
one is so much nearer to life here, the real life of men 
and women. Oh, one cannot compare it. Why should 
one try ? Ah, listen ! ” 

The curtain went up. The music of the orchestra 
subsided, and the music of the human voice floated 
through the Opera House — the human voice, vibrant 
with joy and passion and the knowledge which lies 
behind the veil. Juliet found no time to talk then, 
no time to think even of her companion. Her young 
cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright with ex- 
citement. She leaned a little forward in her place, 
she passed with all the effortless facility of her in- 
genious youth, into the dim world of golden fancies 
which the story of the opera was slowly unfolding. 
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dozed again — and on her left Aynesworth himself, 
a little affected by the music, still found time to glance 
continually at his companion, so radiant with life 
and so fervently intent upon realising to the full this, 
the first of its unknown joys. So with crashing of 
chords and thunder of melody the act went on. And 
when it was over, Juliet thought no more of the Cor- 
nish sea and the lullaby of the waves. A new music 
was stirring in her young blood. 

They were in the front row of the gallery, and pres- 
ently she leaned over to gaze down at the panorama 
below, the women in the boxes and stalls, whose bare 
shoulders and skilfully coiffured hair flashed with 
jewels. Suddenly her hand fell upon Aynesworth’s 
arm. 

Look ! ’’ she cried in some excitement, do you 
see who that is in the box there — the one almost next 
to the stage ? ” 

Aynesworth, too, uttered a little exclamation. The 
lights from beneath were falling full upon the still, 
cold face of the man who had just taken a vacant chair 
in one of the boxes. 

Wingrave ! he exclaimed, and glanced at once 
at his watch. 

Sir Wingrave Seton,” she murmured. Is nT it 
strange that I should see him here to-night ? 

“ He comes often,’’ Aynesworth answered. Mu- 
sic is one of his few weaknesses.” 

There was a movement in the box, and a woman’s 
head and shoulders appeared from behind the curtain. 
Juliet gave a little gasp. 

Mr. Aynesworth,” she exclaimed, did you ever 
see such a beautiful woman ? Do tell me who she is ! ” 


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A very great lady in London society/’ Aynes- 
worth answered. That is Emily, Marchioness of 
Westchester.” 

J uliet’s eyes never moved from her until the 
beautiful neck and shoulders were turned away. She 
leaned over towards her companion, and she did not 
again, for some few minutes, face the house. 

She is the loveliest woman I ever saw in my life,” 
Juliet said with a little sigh. Is she a great friend 
of Sir Wingrave Seton, Mr. Aynesworth ? ” 

He has no friends,” Aynesworth answered. I 
believe that they are very well acquainted.” 

Poor Sir Wingrave ! ” Juliet murmured softly. 

Aynesworth looked at her in some surprise. 

^Ht is odd that you should have recognised him 
from up here,” he remarked thoughtfully. ‘‘He has 
changed so much during the last few years.” 

Juliet smiled, but she did not explain. She felt 
that she was obeying Wingrave’s wishes. 

“ I should have recognised him anywhere,” she 
answered simply. I wonder what they are talk- 
ing about. She seems so interested, and he looks so 
bored.” 

Aynesworth looked at his watch. It was barely ten 
o’clock. 

“ I am very glad to see him here this evening,” he 
remarked. 

I should like so much,” she said, still gazing at 
them earnestly, to know what they are talking about.” 

So you will not tell me,” the Marchioness mur- 
mured, ceasing for a moment the graceful movements 
of her fan, and looking at him steadily. You refuse 


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me this — almost the first thing I have ever asked 
you ? 

It is scarcely,” Wingrave objected, a reasonable 
question.” 

Between you and me,” she murmured, such 
punctiliousness is scarcely necessary — is it ? ” 

He withstood the attack of those wonderful eyes 
lifted swiftly to his, and answered her gravely. 

You are Lady Ruth’s friend,” he remarked. 

Probably, therefore, she will tell you all about it.” 

The Marchioness laughed softly, yet with something 
less than mirth. 

“ Friends,” she exclaimed, Lady Ruth and I ? 
There was never a woman in this world who was less 
my friend — especially now ! ” 

He asked for no explanation of her last words, but 
in a moment or two she vouchsafed it. She leaned 
a little forward, her eyes fiashed softly through the 
semi-darkness. 

Lady Ruth is afraid,” she said quietly, that I 
might take you away from her.” 

My dear lady,” he protested, the slight friend- 
ship between Lady Ruth and myself is not of the 
nature to engender such a fear.” 

She shrugged her beautiful shoulders. Her hands 
were toying with the rope of pearls which hung from 
her neck. She bent over them, as though examining 
the colour of the stones. 

How long have you known Ruth ? ” she asked 
quietly. 

He looked at her steadfastly. He could not be sure 
whether it was his fancy, or whether indeed there was 
some hidden meaning in her question. 


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Since I came to live in England/’ he answered. 

“ Ah!” 

There was a moment’s silence. Then with a little 
wave of her hands, and a brilliant smile, she figura- 
tively dismissed the subject. 

We waste time,” she remarked lightly, and we 
may have callers at any moment. I will ask you no 
more questions, save those which the conventions 
may permit you to answer truthfully. We can’t de- 
part from our code, can we, even for the sake of an 
inquisitive woman ? ” 

I can assure you ” he began. 

But I will have no assurances,” she interrupted 
smilingly. I am going to talk of other things. I 
am going to ask you a ridiculous question. Are you 
fond of music ? — seriously ! ” 

I believe so,” he answered. WTiy ? ” 

Because,” she answered, I sometimes wonder 
what there is in the world that interests you! Cer- 
tainly, none of the ordinary things seem to. To- 
night, almost for the first time, I saw you look a 
little drawn out of yourself. I was wondering whether 
it was the music or the people. I suppose, until one 
gets used to it,” she added, looking a little wearily 
around the house, an audience like this is worth 
looking at.” 

It certainly is not the people,” he said. Do you 
make as close a study of all your acquaintances ? ” 
Naturally not,” she answered, and I do not 
class you amongst my acquaintances at all. You in- 
terest me, my friend — very much indeed ! ” 

I am flattered,” he murmured. 

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answered simply. I can understand why you have 
succeeded where so many others have failed. You 
are strong. You have nerves of steel — and very 
little heart. But now — what are you going to do 
with your life, now that wealth must even have lost 
its meaning to you ? I should like to know that. Will 
you tell me ? 

“ What is there to do ? ’’ he asked. “ Eat and drink, 
and juggle a little with the ball of fate.’’ 

“ You are not ambitious ? ” 

I^ot in the least.” 

Pleasure, for itself, does not attract you. 'No ! 
I know that it does not What are you going to do, 
then?” 

I have no idea,” he answered. Won’t you direct 
me ? ” 

Yes, I will,^’ she answered, if you will pay my 
price.” 

He looked at her more intently. He himself had 
been attaching no particular importance to this con- 
versation, but he was suddenly conscious that it was 
not so with the woman at his side. Her eyes were 
shining at him, soft and full and sweet; her beauti- 
ful bosom was rising and falling quickly; there had 
come to her something which even he w’as forced to 
recognise, that curious and voluptuous abandonment 
which a woman rarely permits herself, and can never 
assume. He was a little bewildered. His speech 
lost for a moment its cold precision. 

Your price ? ” he repeated. I — I am stupid. 
I ’m afraid I don’t understand.” 

Marry me,” she whispered in his ear, “ and I will 
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go alone. You don^t care for me, of course — but you 
shall. You don’t understand this world, Wingrave, 
or how to make the best of it. I do ! Let me be your 
guide ! ” 

Wingrave looked at her in grave astonishment. 

You are not by any chance — in earnest ? ” he 
asked. 

You know very well that I am,” she answered 
swiftly. And yet you hesitate 1 What is it that 
you are afraid of? Don’t you like to give up your 
liberty? We need not marry unless you choose. 
That is only a matter of form nowadays at any rate. 
I have a hundred chaperons to choose from. Society 
expects strange things from me. It is your com- 
panionship I want. Your money is fascinating, of 
course. I should like to see you spend it, to spend 
it with both hands. Don’t be afraid that we should 
be talked about. I am not Lady Ruth ! I am Emily, 
Marchioness of Westchester, and I live and choose my 
friends as I please ; will you be chief amongst them ? 
Hush! ” 

For Wingrave it was providential. The loud chorus 
which had heralded the upraising of the curtain died 
away. Melba’s first few notes were floating through 
the house. Silence was a necessity. The low passion 
of the music rippled from the stage, through the senses 
and into the hearts of many of the listeners. But 
Wingrave listened silent and unmoved. He was even 
unconscious that the woman by his side was watching 
him half anxiously every now and then. 

The curtain descended amidst a thunder of applause. 
Wingrave turned slowly towards his companion. And 
then there came a respite — a knock at the door. 

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The Marchioness frowned, bnt Wingrave was al- 
ready holding it open. Lady Ruth, followed by an 
immaculate young guardsman, a relative of her hus- 
band, was standing there. 

Mr. Wingrave ! ’’ she exclaimed softly, with up- 
raised eyebrows, why have you contrived to render 
yourself invisible ? We thought you were alone, 
Emily,’’ she continued, and took pity on you. And 
all the time you had a prize.” 

The Marchioness looked at Lady Ruth, and Lady 
Ruth looked at the Marchioness. The young guards- 
man was a little sorry that he had come, but Lady 
Ruth never turned a hair. 

You must really have your eyes seen to, dear,” 
the Marchioness remarked in a tone of tender con- , 
cern. When you can’t see such an old friend as 
Mr. Wingrave from a few yards away, they must be 
very bad indeed. How are you. Captain Kendrick^ 
Come and tell me about the polo this afternoon. Sorry 
I can’t offer you all chairs. This is an absurd box — 
it was only meant for two ! ” 

Come into ours,” Lady Ruth said ; we have 
chairs for six, I think.” 

The Marchioness shook her head. 

I wish I had a millionaire in the family,” she 
murmured. All the same, I hate large parties. I 
am old-fashioned enough to think that two is a delight- 
ful number.” 

Lady Ruth laid her hand upon Wingrave’s arm. 

A decided hint, Mr. Wingrave,” she declared. 

Come and let me introduce you to my sister. Our 
box is only a few yards off.” 


CHAPTER X 


W IXGRAVE had just come in from an early 
gallop. His pale cheeks were slightly 
flushed, and his eyes were bright. He had 
been riding hard to escape from disconcerting thoughts. 
He looked in at the study, and found Aynesworth with 
a mass of correspondence before him. 

Anything important ? ” he asked. 

Hot yet,-’ Aynesworth answered. The letters 
marked private I have sent up to your room. By 
the bye, there was something I wanted to tell you.” 
Wingrave closed the door. 

^^Well?” he said. 

I was up in the gallery of the Opera House last 
night,” Aynesworth said, with a — person who saw 
you only once, soon after I flrst came to you — before 
America. You were some distance away, and yet — 
my friend recognised you.” 

Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. 

That, of course, is possible,” he answered. It 
really does not matter so very much, unless they knew 
me — as Wingrave Seton ! ” 

My friend,” Aynesworth said, recognised you 
as Sir Wingrave Seton.” 

Wingrave frowned thoughtfully for a moment. 

Who was it ? ” he asked. 


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A most unlikely person,” Aynesworth remarked 
smiling. Do you remember, when we went down to 
Tredowen just before we left for America, a little 
long-legged, black-frocked child, whom we met in the 
gardens — the organist’s daughter, you know ? ” 

What of her ? ” Wingrave asked. 

It was she who was with me,” Aynesworth re- 
marked. It was she who saw you in the box with 
the Marchioness of Westchester.” 

Aynesworth was puzzled by the intentness with 
which Wingrave was regarding him. Impenetrable 
though the man was, Aynesworth, who had not yet 
lost his early trick of studying him closely, knew that, 
for some reason or other, his intelligence had proved 
disturbing. 

Have you then — kept up your acquaintance with 
this child ? ” he demanded. 

Aynesworth shook his head. 

She is not a child any longer, but a very beauti- 
ful young woman,” he said. I met her again quite 
by accident. She is up in London, studying art at 
the studio of an old friend of mine, who has a class 
of girls. I called to see him the other afternoon, and 
recognised her.” 

Your acquaintance,” Wingrave remarked, has 
progressed rapidly if she accepts your escort — to the 
gallery of the Opera ! ” 

It was scarcely like that,” Aynesworth explained. 

I met her and Mrs. Tresfarwin on the way there, 
and asked to be allowed to accompany them. Mrs. 
Tresfarwin was once your housekeeper, I think, at 
Tredowen.” 

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of her father, who turned up so opportunely ? 
Wingrave asked. 

Aynesworth shook his head. 

She told me nothing about him,^’ he answered. 

Wingrave passed on to his own room. His break- 
fast was on the table awaiting him, and a little pile 
of letters and newspapers stood by his plate. His 
servant, his head groom, and his chautfeur were there 
to receive their orders for the morning. About him 
were all the evidences of his well-ordered life. He 
sent both the men away and locked the door. It was 
half an hour before he touched either his breakfast 
or his letters. . . . 

He lunched at Westchester House, in obedience to 
a somewhat imperative summons. There were other 
guests there, whom, however, he outstayed. As soon 
as they were alone, his hostess touched him on the 
arm and led him to her own room. 

At last ! she exclaimed, with an air of real re- 
lief. There, sit down opposite to me, please — I 
want to watch your face.’’ 

She was a little paler than usual, and he noticed 
that she had avoided talking much to him at luncheon 
time. And yet he thought that he had never seen her 
more beautiful. Something in her face had altered. 
He could not tell what it was, for he was not a man 
of much experience as regarded her sex. Yet, in a 
vague sort of way, he understood the change. A cer- 
tain part of the almost insolent quietness, the com- 
plete self-assurance of her manner, had gone. She 
was a little more like an ordinary woman! 

Lady Ruth proved herself an excellent tactician 
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exceedingly uncomfortable few hours. For you, well 
for you it was a respite, was n’t it ? ” 

I don’t know that I should call it exactly that,” 
he answered thoughtfully. 

She looked at him steadfastly, almost wistfully. 

Well,” she said, I am not going to make ex- 
cuses for myself. But the things which one says 
naturally enough when the emotions provoke them, 
sound crude enough in cold blood and colder day- 
light. We women are creatures of mood, you know. 
I was feeling a little lonely and a little tired last 
night, and the music stole away my common-sense.” 

I understand,” he murmured. All that you 
said shall be forgotten.” 

Then you do not understand,” she answered, smil- 
ing at him. What I said I do not wish to be 
forgotten. Only — just at that moment, it sounded 
natural enough — and to-day — I think that I am a 
little ashamed.” 

He rose from his seat. Her eyes leaped up to his 
expectantly, and the colour streamed into her cheeks. 
But he only stood by her side. He did nothing to 
meet the half-proffered embrace. 

Dear Lady Emily,” he said, all the kind things 
that you said were spoken to a stranger. You did 
not know me. I did not mean anyone to know me. 
It is you who have commanded the truth. You must 
have it. I am not the person I seem to be. I am not 
the person to whom words such as yours should have 
been spoken. Even my name is an assumed one. I 
should prefer to leave it at that — if you are content.” 

I am not content,” she answered quietly; I must 
hear more.” 


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He bowed. 

I am a man,” he said, who spent ten years in 
prison, the ten best years of my life. A woman sent 
me there — a woman swore my liberty away to save 
her reputation. I was never of a forgiving dispo- 
sition, I was never an amiably disposed person. I 
want you to understand this. Any of the ordinary 
good qualities with which the average man may be 
endowed, and which I may have possessed, are as 
dead in me as hell fire could burn them. You have 
spoken of me as of a man who failed to find a suffi- 
cient object in life. You were wrong. I have an 
object, and I do my best to live up to it. I hate the 
whole world of men and women, who laughed their 
way through life whilst I suffered — tortures. I hate 
the woman who sent me there. I have no heart, nor 
any sense of pity. How perhaps you can understand 
my life, and the manner of it.” 

Her hands were clasped to the side of her head. 
Something of horror had stolen into the steadfast gaze 
with which she was still regarding him. Yet there 
were other things there which puzzled him. 

This — is terrible ! ” she murmured. Then you 
are not — Mr. Wingrave at all ? ” 

He hesitated. After all, it was scarcely worth while 
concealing anything now. 

I am Sir Wingrave Seton,” he said. You may 
remember my little affair ! ” 

She caught hold of his hands. 

You poor, poor dear ! ” she cried. How you 
must have suffered ! ” 

Wingrave had a terrible moment. What he felt 
he would never have admitted, even to himself. Her 


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eyes were shining with sympathy, and it was so un- 
expected. He had expected something in the nature 
of a cold withdrawal; her silence was the only thing 
he had counted upon. It was a fierce, but short battle. 
His sudden grasp of her hands was relaxed. He stood 
away from her. 

You are very kind,’^ he said. As you can 
doubtless imagine, it is a little too late for sympathy. 
The years have gone, and the better part of me, if 
ever there was a better part, with them.’’ 

I am not so sure of that ! ” she whispered. 

He looked at her coldly. 

Why not ? ” 

If you were absolutely heartless,” she said, if 
you were perfectly consistent, why did you not make 
me suffer ? You had a great chance ! A little feigned 
affection, and then a few truths. You could have 
dragged me down a little way into the pit of broken 
hearts ! Why did n’t you ? ” 

He frowned. 

One is forced to neglect a few opportunities ! ” 
She smiled at him — delightfully. 

You foolish man ! ” she murmured. Some day 
or other, you will turn out to be a terrible impostor. 
Do you know, I think I am going to ask you again — 
what I asked you last night ? ” 

I scarcely think that you will be so ill-advised,” 
he declared coldly. Whether you believe it or not, 
I can assure you that I am incapable of affection.” 
She sighed. 

I am not so sure about that,” she said with 
protesting eyebrows, but you are terribly hard- 
hearted ! ” 


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He was entirely dissatisfied with the impression he 
had produced. He considered the attitude of the 
Marchioness unjustifiably frivolous. He had an un- 
easy conviction that she was not in the least inclined 
to take him seriously. 

I don’t think,” he said, glancing at the clock, that 
I need detain you any longer.” 

You are really going away, then ? ” she asked 
him softly. 

Yes.” 

To call on Lady Ruth, perhaps ? ” 

As it happens, no,” he answered. 

Suddenly her face changed — she had remembered 
something. 

It was Lady Ruth ! ” she exclaimed. 

Exactly ! ” he interrupted. 

What a triumph of inconsistency ! ” she declared 
scornfully. You are lending them money ! ” 

I am lending money to Lady Ruth,” he answered 
slowly. 

Their eyes met. She understood, at any rate, what 
he intended to convey. Certainly his expression was 
hard and merciless enough now ! 

Poor Ruth,” she murmured. 

Some day,” he answered, you will probably say 
that in earnest.” 


CHAPTEK XI 


course,” Juliet said, after Tredowen it 
■ I seems very small, almost poky, but it is n’t 
really, and Tredowen was not for me all 
my days. It was quite time I got used to something 
else.” 

Wingrave looked around him with expressionless 
face. It was a tiny room, high up on the fifth fioor 
of a block of fiats, prettily but inexpensively furnished. 
Juliet herself, tall and slim, with all the fire of youth 
and perfect health on her young face, was obviously 
contented. 

And your work ? ” he asked. 

She made a little grimace. 

I have a good deal to unlearn,” she said, but Mr. 
Pleydell is very kind and encouraging.” 

You will go down to Cornwall for the hot weather, 
I hope ? ” he said. London is unbearable in 
August.” 

The class are going for a sketching tour to Xor- 
mandy,” she said, and Mr. Pleydell thought that I 
might like to join them. It is very’ inexpensive, and 
I should be able to go on with my work all the time.” 

He nodded thoughtfully. 

I hear,” he said, that you have met Mr. Aynes- 
worth again.” 


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“Wasn’t it delightful?” she exclaimed. “He is 
quite an old friend of Mr. Pleydell. I was so glad 
to see him.” 

“ I suppose,” he remarked, “ you are a little lonely 
sometimes ? ” 

“ Sometimes,” she admitted. “ But I sha’n’t be 
when I get to know the girls in the class a little 
better.” 

“ I have some friends,” he said thoughtfully, 
“ women, of course, who would come and see you with 
pleasure. And yet,” he added, “ I am not sure that 
you would not be better off without knowing them.” 

“ They are fashionable ladies, perhaps ? ” she said 
simply. 

He nodded. 

“ They belong to the Juggernaut here which is 
called society. They would probably try to draw you 
a little way into its meshes. I think, yes, I am sure,” 
he added, looking at her, “ that you are better off 
outside.” 

“ And I am quite sure of it,” she answered laugh- 
ing. “ I have n’t the clothes or the time or the in- 
clination for that sort of thing. Besides, I am going 
to be much too happy ever to be lonely.” 

“ I myself,” he said, “ am not an impressionable 
person. But they tell me that most people, especially 
of your age, find London a terribly lonely place.” 

“ I can understand that,” she answered, “ unless 
they really had something definite to do. I have felt 
a little of that myself. I think London frightens me a 
little. It is so different from the country, and there 
is a great deal that it is difficult to understand.” 

“ For instance ? ” 


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The great number of poor people who find it so 
hard to live/’ she answered. Some of the small 
houses round here are awful, and Mr. Malcolm — 
he is the vicar of the church here, and he called 
yesterday — tells me that they are nothing like so 
bad as in some other parts of London. And then 
you take a ’bus, it is such a short distance — and the 
shops are full of wonderful things at such fabulous 
prices, and the carriages and houses are so lovely, 
and people seem to be showering money right and 
left everywhere.” 

It is the same in all large cities,” he answered, 
more or less. There must always be rich and poor, 
when a great community are herded together. As a 
rule, the extreme poor are a worthless lot.” 

There must be some of them, though,” she an- 
swered, who deserve to have a better time. Of 
course, I have never been outside Tredowen, where 
everyone was contented and happy in their way, and 
it seems terrible to me just at first. I can’t bear to 
think that everyone has n’t at least a chance of 
happiness.” 

You are too young,” he said, to bother your 
head about these things yet. Wait until you have 
gathered in a little philosophy with the years. Then 
you will understand how helpless you are to alter by 
ever so little the existing state of things, and it will 
trouble you less.” 

I,” she answered, may, of course, be helpless, 
but what about those people who have huge fortunes, 
and still do nothing ? ” 

M^y should they ? ” he answered coldly. This 
is a world for individual effort. 'No man is strong 


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enough to carry even a single one of his fellows upon 
his shoulders. Charity is the most illogical and per- 
nicious of all weaknesses.” 

Now you are laughing at me,” she declared. I 
mean men like that Mr. Wingrave, the American who 
has come to England to spend all his millions. I 
have just been reading about him,” she added, point- 
ing to an illustrated paper on the table. They say 
that his income is too vast to be put into figures which 
would sound reasonable ; that he has estates and shoot- 
ing properties, and a yacht which he has never yet 
even seen. And yet he will not give one penny away. 
He gives nothing to the hospitals, nothing to the poor. 
He spends his money on himself, and himself alone ! ” 
Wingrave smiled grimly. 

I am not prepared to defend my namesake,” he 
said ; but every man has a right to do what he likes 
with his own, has n’t he ? And as for hospitals, Mr. 
Wingrave probably thinks, like a good many more, 
that they should be state endowed. People could 
make use of them, then, without loss of self-respect.” 
She shook her head a little doubtfully. 

I can’t argue about it yet,” she said, because 
I haven’t thought about it long enough. But I know 
if I had all the money this man has, I could n’t be 
happy to spend thousands and thousands upon my- 
self, whilst there were people almost starving in the 
same city.” 

You are a sentimentalist, you see,” he remarked, 
and you have not studied the laws on which society 
is based. Tell me, how does Mrs. Tresfarwin like 
London ? ” 

Juliet laughed merrily. 


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Is n’t it amusing ? ” she declared. She loves 
it ! She grumbles at the milk, and we have the butter 
from Tredowen. Everything else she finds perfection. 
She does n’t even mind the five flights of stone steps.” 

Social problems,” Wingrave remarked, do not 
trouble her.” 

Hot in the least,” Juliet declared. She spends 
all her pennies on beggars and omnibus rides, and she 
is perfectly happy.” 

Wingrave rose to go in a few minutes. Juliet 
walked with him to the door. 

I am going to be really hospitable,” she declared. 
“ I am going to walk with you to the street.” 

All down those five fiights ? ” he exclaimed. 

Every one of them ! ” 

They commenced the descent. 

There is something about a flat,” she declared, 
which makes one horribly curious about one’s neigh- 
bours — especially if one has never had any. All 
these closed doors may hide no end of interesting 
people, and I have never seen a soul go in or out. 
How did you like all this climbing ? ” 

I ’m afraid I did n’t appreciate it,” he admitted. 

Perhaps you won’t come to see me again, then ? ” 
she asked. I hope you will.” 

I will come,” he said a little stiffly, with 
pleasure ! ” 

They were on the ground floor, and Juliet opened 
the door. Wingrave’s motor was outside, and the man 
touched his hat. She gave a little breathless cry. 

It is n’t yours ? ” she exclaimed. 

Certainly,” he answered. Do you want to come 
and look at it ? ” 


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Rather ! ” she exclaimed. I have never seen 
one close to in my life.” 

He hesitated. 

I ’ll take you a little way, if you like,” he said. 

Her cheeks were pink with excitement. 

If I like ! And I ’ve never been in one before ! 
I ’ll fly up for my hat. I sha’n’t be a moment.” 

She was already half-way up the flrst flight of 
stairs, with a whirl of skirts and flying feet. Win- 
grave lit a cigarette and stood for a moment thought- 
fully upon the pavement. Then he shrugged his 
shoulders. His face had grown a little harder. 

She must take her chances,” he muttered. Ho 
one knows her. Hobody is likely to And out who 
she is.” 

She was down again in less time than seemed pos- 
sible. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright 
with excitement. Wingrave took the wheel himself, 
and she sat up by his side. They glided ofl almost 
noiselessly. 

We will go up to the Park,” he said. “ It is just 
the time to see the people.” 

Anywhere ! ” she exclaimed. This is too 
lovely! ” 

They passed from Battersea northwards into Pic- 
cadilly, and down into the Park. Juliet was too 
excited to talk; Wingrave had enough to do to drive 
the car. They passed plenty of people who bowed, 
and many who glanced with wondering admiration 
at the beautiful girl who sat by Wingrave’s side. Lady 
Ruth, who drove by quickly in a barouche, almost rose 
from her seat ; the Marchioness, whose victoria they 
passed, had time to wave her hand and flash a quick. 


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searching glance at Juliet, who returned it with her 
dark eyes filled with admiration. The Marchioness 
smiled to herself a little sadly as the car shot away 
ahead. 

If one asked,’’ she murmured to herself, he 
would try to persuade one that it was another 
victim.” 


CHAPTEK XII 


W IXGRAVE was present tliat evening at a 
reception given by the Prime Minister to 
some distinguished foreign guests. He 
had scarcely exchanged the usual courtesies with his 
host and hostess, before Lady Ruth, leaning over from 
a little group, whispered in his ear. 

Please take me away. I am bored. I want to 
talk to you.’^ 

He paused at once. Lady Ruth nodded to her 
friends. 

Mr. Wingrave is going to take me to hear Melba 
sing,’’ she said. See you all again, I suppose, at 
Hereford House ! ” 

They made slow progress through the crowded 
rooms. Once or twice Wingrave fancied that his com- 
panion hung a little heavily upon his arm. She 
showed no desire to talk. She even answered a remark 
of his in a monosyllable. Only when they passed the 
Marchioness, on the arm of one of the foreign guests 
in whose honour the reception was given, she seemed 
to shiver a little, and her grasp upon his arm was 
tightened. Once, in a block, she was forced to speak 
to some acquaintances, and during those few seconds, 
Wingrave studied her curiously. She was absolutely 
colourless, and her strange, brilliant eyes seemed to 
have lost all their fire. Her gown was black, and the 
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decorations of her hair were black, except for a single 
diamond. There was something almost spectral about 
her appearance. She walked stiffly — for the moment 
she had lost the sinuous grace of movement which 
had been one of her many fascinations. Her neck 
and shoulders alone remained, as ever, dazzlingly 
beautiful. 

They reached a quiet corner at last. Lady Ruth 
sank with a little gesture of relief into an easy chair. 
Wingrave stood before her. 

You are tired to-night,” he remarked. 

I am always tired,” she answered wearily. I 
begin to think that I always shall be.” 

He said nothing. Lady IJuth closed her eyes for 
a moment, as though from sheer fatigue. Suddenly 
she opened them again, and looked him full in the 
face. 

Who was she ? ” she asked. 

I do not understand,” he replied. 

The child you were with — the ingenue, you know 
— with the pink cheeks and the wonderful eyes! Is 
she from one of the theatres, or a genuine article? ” 

The young lady to whom you refer,” he answered, 
is the daughter of an old friend of mine. I am 
practically her guardian. She is in London studying 
painting.” 

You are her guardian ? ” Lady Ruth repeated. 
I am sorry for her.” 

You need not be,” he answered. I trust that 
I shall be able to fulfil my duties in a perfectly satis- 
factory manner.” 

Oh ! I have no doubt of it,” she answered. “ Yet 
I am sorry for her.” 


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You are certainlj/’ he remarked, not in an 
amiable mood.’’ 

I am in rather a desperate one, if that is any- 
thing,” she said, looking at him with something of 
the old light in her tired eyes. 

You made a little error, perhaps, in those cal- 
culations ? ” he suggested. It can be amended.” 

Don’t be a brute,” she answered fiercely. 

He shrugged his shoulders. 

That sounds a little severe,” he remarked. 

“ Don’t take any notice of anything I say to-night,” 
she murmured softly. I am a little mad. I thinly 
that everything is going against me ! I know that you 
have n’t a grain of sympathy for me — that you would 
rather see me suffer than not, and yet you see I give 
myself away entirely. Why should n’t I ? Part of it 
is through you in a way.” 

I rather fancied,” he remarked, that up to 
now ” 

Yes ! of course ! ” she interrupted, you saved 
us from ruin, staved it off at any rate. And you 

held over the reckoning ! I — I almost wish ” 

She paused. Again her eyes were searching his. 

I am a little tired of it all, you see,” she con- 
tinued. I don’t suppose Lumley and I can ever be 
the same again, since I brought him — that cheque. 
He avoids being alone with me — I do the same with 
him. One would think — to watch the people, that 
the whole transaction was in the Morning Post. They 
smile when they see us together, they grin when 
they see you with anybody else. It ’s getting hateful, 
Wingrave ! ” 

I am afraid,” he said quietly, that you are in a 


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nervous, hypersensitive state. hTo one else can pos- 
sibly know of the little transaction between us, and, 
so far as I am concerned, there has been nothing to 
interfere with your relations with your husband.” 

You are right,” she answered, I am losing my 
nerve. I am only afraid that I am losing something 
else. I have n’t an ounce of battle left in me. I feel 
that I should like to close my eyes and wake up in a 
new world, and start all over again.” 

It is nothing hut a mood,” he assured her. 

Those new worlds don’t exist any longer. They 
generally consist of foreign watering places, where 
the sheep and the goats house together now and then. 
I think I should play the game out. Lady Ruth, 
until ” 

Until what?” 

Perhaps to the end,” he answered. Who can 
tell ? IvTot I ! By this time to-morrow it might be I 
who would be reminding you ” 

Yes?” 

That there are other worlds, and other lives to 
live ! ” 

I should like,” she whispered very softly, to 
hear of them. But I fancy somehow that you will 
never be my instructor. . What of your ward ? ” 

Well ! What of her ? ” he answered calmly. 

She shivered a little. 

You were ‘very frank with me once, WTngrave,” 
she said. You are a man whose life fate has wrecked, 
fate and I ! You have no heart left, no feeling. You 
can create suffering and find it amusing. ‘ I am be- 
ginning to realise that.” 

He nodded. 


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There is some truth,” he declared, in what you 
say.” 

^\Tiat of that child ? Is she, too, to he a victim ? ” 

I trust,” he answered, that you are not going 
to be melodramatic.” 

I donT call it that. I really want to know. I 
should like to warn her.” 

I am not at war with children,” he answered. 

Her life and mine are as far apart as the poles.” 

I had an odd fancy, when I saw you with her,” 
Lady Ruth said slowly. She is very good-looking 
— and not so absurdly young.” 

The fancy was one,” he remarked coldly, which 
I think you had better get rid of.” 

In a way,” she continued thoughtfully, I should 
like to get rid of it, and yet — how old are you, Win- 
grave ? Well, I know. You are very little over forty. 
You are barely in the prime of life, you are strong, 
you have the one thing which society to-day counts 
almost divine — great, immeasurable wealth! Can’t 
you find someone to thaw the snows ? ” 

I loved a woman once,” he answered. It was 
a long time ago, and it seems strange to me now.” 

Lady Ruth lifted her eyes to his, and their lambent 
fires were suddenly rekindled. 

Love her again,” she murmured. What is past 
is past, but there are the days to come! Perhaps the 
woman, too, is a little lonely.” 

I think not,” he answered calmly. The woman 
is married, she has lived with her husband more or 
less happily for a dozen years or so! She is a little 
ambitious, a little fond of pleasure, but a leader of 
society, and, I am sure, a very reputable member of 


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it. To love her again would be as embarrassing to 
ber — as it would be difficult for me. You, my dear 
Lady Rutb, I am convinced, would be tbe last to 
approve of it.’’ 

You mock me,” sbe murmured, bending ber bead. 

Is forgiveness also an impossibility ? ” 

I tbink,” he said, that any sentiment whatever 
between those two would be singularly misplaced. You 
spoke of Melba, I tbink! Sbe is singing in tbe fur- 
ther room.” 

Lady Rutb rose up, still and pale. There was fear 
in ber eyes when sbe looked at him. 

Is it to be always like this, then ? ” sbe said. 

Ab 1 ” be answered, I am no prophet. Who 
can tell what tbe days may bring? In the mean- 
time ...” 

Tbe Marchioness was very much in request that 
evening, and she found time for only a few words 
mth Wingrave. 

YTiat have you been doing to poor Ruth ? ” sbe 
asked. I never saw ber look so ill 1 ” 

Indeed 1 ” be answered, I bad not noticed it.” 

If I did n’t know her better,” sbe remarked, I 
might begin to suspect ber of a conscience. Whose 
baby were you driving about this afternoon ? I did n’t 
know that your taste ran to ingenues to such an extent. 
She ’s sweetly pretty, but I don’t tbink it ’s nice of 
you to flaunt ber before us middle-aged people. It ’s 
enough to drive us to tbe rouge box. Come to lunch 
to-morrow I ” 

I shall be delighted,” he answered, and passed on. 

An hour or so later, on his way out, be came upon 
Lady Ruth, sitting a little forlornly in tbe ball. 


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I wonder whether I dare ask you to drop me in 
Cadogan Square ? ’’ she asked. Is it much out of 
your way ? I am leaving a little earlier than I 
expected.’’ 

“ I shall he delighted,” he answered, offering his 
arm. 

They passed out of the door and down the covered 
way into the street. A’ few stragglers were loiter- 
ing on the pavement, and one, a tall, thin young man 
in a long ulster, bent eagerly forwards as they came 
down the steps. Wingrave felt his companion’s grasp 
tighten upon his arm; a flash of light upon the pale 
features and staring eyes of the young man a few 
feet off, showed him to he in the act of intercepting 
them. Then, at a sharp word from Wingrave, a 
policeman stretched out his arm. The young man 
was pushed unceremoniously away. Wingrave’s tall 
footman and the policeman formed an impassable 
barrier — in a moment the electric brougham was 
gliding down the street. Lady Ruth was leaning 
back amongst the cushions, and the hand which fell 
suddenly upon Wingrave’s was cold as ice ! 


CHAPTEE XIII 


Y‘ 


" OU saw — who that was ? ’’ 

Lady Euth’s voice seemed to come from 
a greater distance. Wingrave turned and 
looked at her with calm curiosity. She was leaning 
hack in the corner of the carriage, and she seemed 
somehow to have shrunk into an unusual insignifi- 
cance. Her eyes alone were clearly visible through 
the semi-darkness — and the light which shone from 
their depths was the light of fear. 

Yes,’’ he answered slowly, I believe that I rec- 
ognised him. It was the young man who persists in 
some strange hallucination as to a certain Mademoi- 
selle Violet.” 

It was no hallucination,” she answered. You 
know that! I was Mademoiselle Violet!” 

He nodded. 

It amazes me,” he said thoughtfully, “ that you 
should have stooped to such folly. That my demise 
wwld have been a relief to you I can, of course, easily 
believe, but the means — they surely were not worthy 
of your ingenuity.” 

Don’t ! ” she cried sharply. I must have been 
utterly, miserably mad ! ” 

Even the greatest of schemers have their wild 
moments,” he remarked consolingly. This was one 
of yours. You paid me a very poor compliment, by 


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the bye, to imagine that an insignificant creature like 
that ” 

Will you — leave off ? ’’ she moaned. 

I daresay/’ he continued after a moment’s pause, 
that you find him now quite an inconvenient person 
to deal with.” 

She shuddered. 

Oh, I am paying for my folly, if that is what you 
mean,” she declared. He knows — who I am — that 
he was deceived. He follows me about — everywhere.” 
Wingrave glanced out of the carriage window. 

Unless I am very much surprised,” he answered, 
he is following us now ! ” 

She came a little closer to him. 

You won’t leave me ? Promise ! ” 

I will see you home,” he answered. 

You are coming on to Hereford House.” 

I think not,” he answered ; I have had enough 
of society for one evening.” 

Emily will be there later,” she said quietly. 

Even Lady Emily,” he answered, will not tempt 
me. I will see you safely inside. Afterwards, if your 
persistent follower is hanging about, I will endeavour 
to talk him into a more reasonable frame of mind.” 

She was silent for a moment. Then she turned to 
him abruptly. 

You are more kind to me sometimes than I 
deserve, Wingrave,” she remarked. 

It is not kindness,” he answered. I dislike 
absurd situations. Here we are I Permit me ! ” 
Wingrave kept his word. He saw Lady Ruth to 
her front door, and then turned back towards his car- 
riage. Standing by the side of the footman, a little 


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breathless, haggard and dishevelled-looking, was the 
yonng man who had attempted to check their progress 
a few minutes ago. 

Wingrave took hold of his arm firmly. 

Get in there,’’ he ordered, pointing to the 
carriage. 

The young man tried to escape, but he was held as 
though in a vise. Before he well knew where he was, 
he was in the carriage, and Wingrave was seated by 
his side. 

What do you want with me ? ” he asked hoarsely. 

I want to know what you mean by following that 
lady about ? ” Wingrave asked. 

The young man leaned forward. His hand was upon 
the door. 

Let me get out,” he said sullenly. 

With pleasure — presently,” Wingrave answered. 

I can assure you that I am not anxious to detain 
you longer than necessary. Only you must first answer 
my question.” 

I want to speak to her ! I shall follow her about 
until I can! ” the young man declared. 

Wingrave glanced at him with a faint derisive smile. 
His clothes were worn and shabby, he was badly in 
need of a shave and a wash. He sat hunched up in 
a corner of the carriage, the picture of mute discom- 
fort and misery. 

Do you know who she is ? ” Wingrave asked. 

Mademoiselle Violet! ” the young man answered. 

You are mistaken,” Wingrave answered. She 
is Lady Ruth Barrington, wife of Lumley Barrington 
and daughter of the Earl of Haselton.” 

The young man was unmoved. 


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She is Mademoiselle Violet/’ he declared. 

The coupe drew up before the great block of build- 
ings in which was Wingrave’s flat. The footman 
threw open the door. 

Come in with me/’ Wingrave said. I have 
something more to say to you.” 

I would rather not,” the young man muttered, and 
would have slouched off, hut Wingrave caught him by 
the arm. 

Come ! ” he said firmly, and the youth obeyed. 

Wingrave led the way into his sitting-room, and 
dismissed his servant, who was setting out a tray upon 
the sideboard. 

Sit down,” he ordered, and his strange guest again 
obeyed. Wingrave looked at him critically. 

It seems to me,” he said deliberately, that you 
are another of those poor fools, who chuck away their 
life and happiness and go to the dogs, because a woman 
had chosen to make a little use of them. You ’re out 
of work, I suppose ? ” 

^^Yes!” 

Hungry?” 

I suppose so.” 

Wingrave brought a plate of sandwiches from the 
sideboard, and mixed a whisky and soda. He set 
them down in front of his guest, and turned away 
with the evening paper in his hand. 

I am going into the next room for some cigar- 
ettes,” he remarked. 

He was gone scarcely two minutes. When he 
returned, the room was in darkness. He moved sud- 
denly towards the electric lights, but was pushed back 
by an unseen hand. A man’s hot breath fell upon 


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his cheek, a hoarse, rasping voice spoke to him out of 
the black shadows. 

Don’t touch the lights ! Don’t touch the lights, 
I say ! ” 

What folly is this ? ” Wingrave asked angrily. 

Are you mad ? ” 

'Not now,” came the quick answer. I have 
been. It has come to me here, in the darkness. I 
know why she is angry, I know why she will not speak 
to me. It is — because I failed.” 

Wingrave laughed, and moved towards the lights. 

We have had enough of this tomfoolery,” he said 
scornfully. If you won’t listen to reason ” 

He never finished his sentence. He had stumbled 
suddenly against a soft body, he had a momentary 
impression of a white, vicious face, of eyes blazing 
with insane fury. Quick to act, he struck — hut 
before his hand descended, he had felt the tearing of 
his shirt, the sharp, keen pain in his chest, the swim- 
ming of his senses. Yet even then he struck again 
with passionate anger, and his assailant went down 
amongst the chairs with a dull, sickening crash! 

Then there was silence in the room. Wingrave 
made an effort to drag himself a yard or two towards 
the bell, hut collapsed hopelessly. Richardson, in a 
few moments, staggered to his feet. 

He groped his way to the side of the wall, and 
found the knobs of the electric lights. He turned 
two on and looked around him. Wingrave was lying 
a few yards off, with a small red stain upon his shirt 
front. His face was ghastly pale, and he was breath- 
ing thickly. The young man looked at him for sev- 
eral moments, and then made his way to the side 


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table where the sandwiches were. One by one he 
took them from the dish, and ate deliberately. When 
he had finished, he made his way once more towards 
where Wingrave lay. But before he reached the 
spot, he stopped short. Something on the wall had 
attracted his attention. He put his hand to his head 
and thought for a moment. It was an idea — a 
glorious idea. 

Lady Ruth’s maid stepped back and surveyed her 
mistress ecstatically. 

Milady,” she declared, has never, no never, ap- 
peared more charming. The gown, it is divine — 
and the coiffure ! Milady will have no rivals.” 

Lady Ruth looked at herself long and earnestly in 
the glass. Her face refiected none of the pleased 
interest with which her maid was still regarding her. 
The latter grew a little anxious. 

Milady thinks herself a trifle pale, perhaps — a 
little more colour ? ” 

Lady Ruth set down the glass. 

“ 'Noy thank you, Annette,” she answered. I 
shall do very well, I suppose. Certainly, I won’t 
have any rouge.” 

Milady knows very well what becomes her,” the 
woman answered discreetly. The pallor, it is the 
more distinguished. Milady cannot fail to have all 
the success she desires ! ” 

Lady Ruth smiled a little wearily. And at that 
moment, there came a knock at the door. A servant 
entered. 

Someone wishes to speak to your ladyship on the 
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On the telephone, at this time of night ? ” Lady 
Ruth exclaimed. Ridiculous ! They must send a 
message, whoever they are ! ’’ 

Parkins told them so, your ladyship,” the girl 
answered ; but they insisted that the matter was 
important. They would give no name, but said that 
they were speaking from Mr. Wingrave’s rooms.” 

Lady Ruth raised her eyebrows. 

It is very extraordinary,” she said coldly, hut I 
will come to the telephone.” 


CHAPTER XIV 


L ady ruth took up the receiver. Some in- 
stinct seemed to have prompted her to close 
the door of the study. 

Who is there ? ’’ she asked Who is it that wants 
me?’’ 

A thin, unfamiliar voice answered her. 

Is that Lady Euth Barrington ? ” 

^^Yes!” 

Is it — Mademoiselle Violet ? ” 

The receiver nearly dropped from her hand. 

I don’t understand you,” she answered, I am 
Lady Euth Barrington ! Who are you ? ” 

You are Mademoiselle Violet,” was the answer, 
and you know who I am ! Listen, I am in Mr. 
Wingrave’s rooms.” 

She would have liked to have rung off, and gone 
away, but it seemed a sheer impossibility for her to 
move ! And all the time her knees were shaking, and 
the fear of evil things was in her heart. 

What are you doing there ? ” she asked. 

He brought me in himself,” the thin voice answered. 
Can you hear me ? I don’t want to speak any louder, 
for fear anyone else should be listening.” 

Yes, I can hear,” she answered. But how dared 
you ring me up ? Say what you desire to quickly ! 
I am going away.” 


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Wait, please,” the voice answered. I know 
why you have been angry with me. I know why you 
have kept away from me, why you have been so cruel ! 
It was because I failed. Was it not, dear Mademoi- 
selle Violet ? ” 

She had not the breath or the courage to an- 
swer him. In a moment or two he continued, and 
there was a note of suppressed exultation in his 
tone. 

Listen ! This time — I have not failed ! ” 

She nearly screamed. The receiver in her hand 
burned like a live thing. Her eyes were set in a 
fixed and awful stare, as though she were trying to 
see for herself outside the walls of the little room 
where she stood, into the larger chamber from which 
the voice — that awful voice — came ! Her own words 
were hysterical and uncertain, but she managed to 
falter them out at last. 

What do you mean ? VTiere is Mr. Wingrave ? 
Tell me at once! ” 

The voice, without being raised, seemed to take to 
itself a note of triumph. 

He is dying — on the fioor — just here 1 Listen 
hard! Perhaps you can hear him groan! How will 
you believe that I am not a coward ? ” 

Her shriek drowned his words. She fiung the 
receiver from her with a crash, and rushed from the 
room into the hall. She brushed past her maid with 
a wild gesture. 

Hever mind my wraps. Open the door, Parkins ! 
Is the carriage waiting ? ” 

Yes, Milady! Shall ” 

But she was past him and down the steps. 


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mi 

No. 18, Grosvenor Mansions/’ she cried to the 
man. Drive fast.” 

The man obeyed. The servants, who had come to 
the door, stood there a little frightened group. She 
ignored them and everything else completely. The 
carriage had scarcely stopped, when she sprang out 
and crossed the pavement in a few hasty steps. The 
tall commissionaire looked in amazement at her. She 
wore an opera cloak — she was a bewildering vision 
of white satin and diamonds, and her eyes were ter- 
rible with the fear which was in her heart. 

She clutched him by the arm. 

Come up with me to Mr. Wingrave’s rooms,” she 
exclaimed. Something terrible has happened. I 
heard through the telephone.” 

The man dashed up the stairs by her side. Win- 
grave’s suite was on the first fioor, and they did not 
wait for the lift. The commissionaire put his finger 
on the bell of the outside door. She leaned forward, 
listening breathlessly. Inside, all was silence, except 
for the shrill clamour of the bell. 

Go on ringing,” she said breathlessly. Don’t 
leave off ! ” 

The man looked at her curiously. Mr. Wingrave 
came in about an hour ago with a young man, madam,” 
he said. 

‘‘ Yes, yes ! ” she cried. Listen ! There ’s some- 
one coming.” 

They heard a hesitating step inside. The door was 
cautiously opened. It was Richardson, pale, dishev- 
elled, but triumphant, who peered out. 

Mademoiselle — Mademoiselle Violet,” he cried. 

You have come to see for yourself. This way! ” 

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Slie raised her arm and struck him across the face, 
so that, with a little moan, he staggered back against 
the wall. Then she hastened forward into the room 
towards which he had pointed, and the door of which 
stood open. The commissionaire followed her. The 
servants were beginning to appear. 

The room was in darkness, save for one electric light. 
A groan, however, directed them. She fell on her knees 
by Wingrave’s prostrate figure, and raised his head 
slightly. His servant, too, was hurrying forward. She 
looked up. 

Get me some brandy,” she ordered. Send some- 
one for a doctor. Don’t let that young man escape. 
The brandy, quick ! ” 

She forced some between his lips. There was al- 
ready a spot of blood upon the gown which, a few 
minutes ago, had seemed so immaculate. One of the 
ornaments fell from her hair. It lay unnoticed by 
her side. Suddenly Wingrave opened his eyes. She 
saw at once that he was conscious, and that he recog- 
nised her. 

Don’t move, please,” she begged. It will be 
better for you not to speak. The doctor will be here 
directly.” 

He nodded. 

I don’t think that I am much hurt,” he said 
slowly. Your young friend was a born bungler ! ” 
She shuddered, but said nothing. 

How on earth,” he asked, did you get here ? ” 
She whispered in his ear. 

The brute — telephoned. Please don’t talk.” 

The doctor arrived. His examination was over in 
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Nothing serious/’ he declared. The knife was 
pretty blunt, fortunately. How did it happen? It 
seems like a case for the police.” 

“ It was an accident,” Wingrave declared coolly. 
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. He was busy 
making bandages. Lady Ruth rose to her feet. She 
was white and giddy. The commissionaire and Mor- 
rison were talking together at the door. The latter 
turned to Lady Ruth. 

Do you think that we had better send for the 
police, your ladyship ? ” he asked. It was the young 
man who came in with Mr. Wingrave who must have 
done this ! I thought he was a very wild-looking sort 
of person.” 

You heard what Mr. Wingrave said,” she an- 
swered. I don’t think that I should disobey him, 
if I were you. The doctor says that after all it is 
not very serious.” 

He can’t have got far,” the hall-porter remarked. 
He only slipped out as we came in.” 

I should let him go for the present,” Lady Ruth 
said. If Mr. Wingrave wishes to prosecute after- 
wards it will be easy for him to do so.” 

She stepped back to where Wingrave lay. He was 
in a recumbent position now, and although a little 
pale, he was obviously not seriously hurt. 

If there is nothing else that I can do,” she said, 
I will go now ! ” 

By all means,” Wingrave answered. I am 
exceedingly obliged to you for your kindness,” he 
added a little stiffly. Morrison, slow Lady Bar- 
rington to her carriage ! ” 

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well and departed. Outside, on the pavement, she 
stood for a moment, looking carefully around. 
There was no sign of Richardson anywhere! She 
stepped into the carriage and leaned back in the 
corner. 


CHAPTEE XV 


W IXGrEAVE disappeared suddenly from 
London. Aynesworth alone knew where 
he was gone, and he was pledged to secrecy. 
Two people received letters from him. Lady Kuth 
was one of them. 

This,’’ she remarked quietly, handing it over to 
her husband, may interest you.” 

He adjusted his eye-glasses and read it aloud : — 

Thursday Morning. 

^^Deae Lady Euth, — I am leaving London to-day 
for several weeks. With the usual inconsistency of the 
person to whom life is by no means a valuable asset, I 
am obeying the orders of my physician. I regret, there- 
fore, that I cannot have the pleasure of entertaining 
your husband and yourself during Cowes week. The 
yacht, however, is entirely at your disposal, and I have 
written Captain Masterton to that effect. Pray extend 
your cruise, if you feel inclined to. — I remain, yours 
sincerely, W.” 

Mr. Barrington looked at his wife enquiringly. 

“ That seems to me entirely satisfactory, Euth,” 
he said. I think that he might have added a word 
or two of acknowledgment for what you did for him. 
There is no doubt that, but for your promptness, 
things might have gone much worse.” 


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Yes/’ Lady Ruth said slowly, I think that he 
might have added a few words.” 

Her husband regarded her critically. 

I am afraid, dear,” he said, that all this anxiety 
has knocked you up a little. You are not looking 
well.” 

I am tired,” she answered calmly. It has been 
a long season. I should like to do what Wingrave 
has done — go away somewhere, and rest.” 

Barrington laid his hand upon hers affectionately. 
It seemed to him that the rings hung a little loosely 
upon the thin, white fingers. She was pale, too, and 
her eyes were weary. He did not notice that, as soon 
as she could, she drew her hand away. 

’Pon my word,” he said, I wish we could go ofi 
somewhere by ourselves. But with Wingrave’s yacht 
to entertain on, we must do something for a few of 
the people. I don’t suppose he minds whom we ask, 
or how many.” 

Ho! ” she answered, I do not suppose he cares.” 

It is most opportune,” Barrington declared. I 
wanted particularly to do something for the Hen- 
dersons. He seems very well disposed, and his in- 
fiuence means everything just now. Really, Ruth, 
I believe we are going to pull through after all.” 

She smiled a little wearily. 

Do you think so, Lumley ? ” 

I am sure of it, Ruth,” he answered. I only 
wish I could see you a little more cheerful. Surely 
you can’t still — he afraid of Wingrave,” he added, 
glancing uneasily across the table. 

She looked him in the eyes. 

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am afraid of him. I have always been afraid. Noth- 
ing has happened to change him. He came back to 
have his revenge. He will have it.” 

Lumley Barrington, for once, felt himself superior 
to his clever wife. He smiled upon her reassuringly. 

My dear Ruth,” he said, if only you would re- 
flect for a few moments I feel sure you would realise 
the absurdity of such fancies. We did Wingrave a 
service in introducing him to society here, and I am 
sure that he appreciated it. If he wished for our ruin, 
why did he lend us eight thousand pounds on no 
security? Why does he lend us his yacht to enter- 
tain our friends ? Why did he give me that informa- 
tion, which enabled me to make the only money I ever 
did make on the Stock Exchange ? ” 

She smiled contemptuously. 

You do not understand a man like Wingrave,” 
she declared. Nothing that he has done is incon- 
sistent with my point of view. He gave you a safe 
tip, knowing very well that, when you had won a little, 
you would try again on your own account and lose — 
which you did. He lent us the money to become our 
creditor; and he lends us the yacht to give another 
handle to the people who are saying already that he 
occupies the position in our family which is more 
fully recognised on the other side of the Channel ! ” 
Barrington rose to his feet with burning cheeks. 

You are talking rubbish,” he declared vehe- 
mently. No one would dare to say such a thing of 
you — of my wife ! ” 

She laughed unmercifully. 

If you were not my husband,” she said cruelly, 
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MS 

careful all my life — more careful than most women, 
but I can hear the whisperings already. There are 
more ways to ruin than one, Lumley.’’ 

We will refuse the yacht,’’ Barrington said 
sullenly, and I will go to the Jews for that eight 
thousand pounds.” 

We will do nothing of the sort,” Lady Ruth 
answered. I am not going to be a laughing stock 
for Emily and her friends, if I can help it. We ’ll 
play the game through now ! Only — it is best for 
you to know the risks. ...” 

Wingrave’s second letter was to Juliet. She found 
it on her . table one afternoon when she came hack 
from her painting class. She tore it open eagerly 
enough, but her face clouded over as she read. 

^^Dear Juliet, — I am sorry that I am unable to 
carry out my promise to come and see you, but I have 
been slightly indisposed for some days, and am leaving 
London, for the present, almost at once. I trust that 
you are still interested in your work, and will enjoy your 
trip to Normandy. 

“ I received your letter, asking for my help towards 
re-establishing in life a poor family in whom you are 
interested. I regret that I cannot accede to your request. 
It is wholly against my principles to give money away 
to people of this class. I look upon all charity as a mis- 
chievous attempt to tamper with natural laws, and I am 
convinced that if everyone shared my views, society would 
long ago have been re-established on a sounder and more 
logical basis. To be quite frank with you, also, I might 
add that the gift of sympathy has been denied to nle. I 
am quite indifferent whether the family you allude to 
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So far as you yourself are concerned, however, the 
matter is entirely different. If it gives you pleasure to 
assist in pauperising any number of your fellow creatures, 
pray do so. I enclose a cheque for £100. It is a present 
to you. Use it entirely as you please — only, if you use 
it for the purpose suggested in your letter to me, remem- 
ber that the responsibility is yours, and yours alone. — I 
remain, sincerely yours, Wingrave Seton.^^ 

Juliet walked straight to her writing table. Her' 
cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were w§t with 
tears. She drew out a sheet of notepaper, and wrote 
rapidly : — 

dear Guardian, — I return you the cheque. I 
cannot accept such presents, after all your goodness to 
me. I am sorry that you feel as you do about giving 
money away. You are so much older and wiser than I 
am, that I dare not attempt to argue with you. Only it 
seems to me that life would be a cruelly selfish thing if 
we who are so much more fortunate than many of our 
fellow creatures did not sometimes try to help them a 
little through their misery. Perhaps I feel this a little 
more keenly because I wonder sometimes what might not 
have become of me but for your goodness. 

I am sorry that you are going away without coming 
to see me again. You are not displeased with me, I hope, 
for asking you this, or for any other reason ? I am foolish 
enough to feel a little lonely sometimes. Will you take 
me out again when you come back ? — Your affectionate 
ward, Juliet.” 

Juliet went out and posted her letter. On the way 
back she met Aynesworth. 

Come and sit in the Park for a few minutes, he 
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She turned and walked by his side willingly 
enough. 

Have you been in to see me ? ” she asked. 

Yes ! he answered. I have some tickets for 
the Haymarket for to-night. Do you think we could 
persuade Mrs. Tresfarwin to come ? ” 

“ I ’m sure we could/’ she answered, laughing. 

Hannah never wants any persuading. How nice of 
you to think of us ! ” 

I am afraid,” he answered, that I think of you 
a good deal.” 

Then I think that that also is very nice of you ! ” 
she declared. 

You like to be thought of ? ” 

Who does n’t ? What is the play to-night ? ” 

I ’ll tell you about it afterwards,” he said. There 
is something else I want to say to you first.” 

She nodded. She scarcely showed so much interest 
as he would have liked. 

It is about Berneval,” he said, keeping his eyes 
fixed upon her face. I saw Mr. Pleydell to-day, and 
he told me that you were all going there. He sug- 
gested that I should come too ! ” 

How delightful ! ” she exclaimed. Can you 
really get off ? ” 

Yes. Sir Wingrave is going away, and does n’t 
want me. I must go somewhere, and I thought that 
I might go over and take rooms near you all. Would 
you care to have me ? ” 

Of course I would,” she answered frankly. 

Oh ! ” she exclaimed suddenly, her face clouding 
over — I forgot ! ” 

Well?” 


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I am not sure,” she said, that I am going/^ 

Not going ? ” he repeated incredulously. Mr. 
Pleydell told me that it was all arranged.” 

It was — until to-day,” she said. I am a little 
uncertain now.” 

He looked at her perplexed. 

May I know why ? ” he asked. 

She raised her eyebrows slightly. 

You are rather an inquisitive person,” she re- 
marked. The fact is, I may need the money I 
have saved for Berneval for somewhere else.” 

Of course,” he said slowly, if you donT go — I 
donT. But you can’t stay in London all through the 
hot weather ! ” 

“ Miss Pengarth has asked me to go down there,” 
she said. 

He laid his hand suddenly upon hers. 

J uliet,” he said. 

She shook her head. 

Miss Lundy, please ! ” 

Well, Miss Lundy, then ! May I talk to you 
seriously ? ” 

I prefer you frivolous,” she murmured. “ I like 
to he amused.” 

I ’ll he f]:ivolous enough later on this evening. 
I ’ve been wondering if you ’d think it impertinent 
if I asked you to tell me about your guardian.” 

What do you want to know ? ” she asked. 

Just who he is, and why he is content to let you 
live with only an old woman to look after you. It 
is n’t the best thing in the world for you, is it ? I 
should like to know him, Juliet.” 

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I am sorry/’ she said, I cannot tell yon any- 
thing.” 

There was a short silence. Aynesworth was dis- 
appointed, and showed it. 

It is n’t exactly ordinary curiosity,” he continued. 
Don’t think that ! Only I feel that you need some- 
one who has the right to advise you and look after 
you. I should like to be your guardian, Juliet! ” 
She laughed merrily. 

Good 1 ” she declared. I like you so much 
better frivolous. Well, you shall have your wish. 
You shall be my guardian for the evening. I have 
one cutlet for dinner, and I am sure it will be spoilt. 
Will you come and share it ? ” 

She rose to her feet, and stood looking down upon 
him. He was struck, for the first time, by something 
different in her appearance. The smooth, delicate 
girlishness of her young face was, as yet, untroubled. 
Her eyes laughed frankly into his, and all the grace 
of natural childhood seemed still to linger about 
her. And yet — there was a change ! Understanding 
was there; understanding, with sorrow in its wake. 
Aynesworth was suddenly anxious. Had anything 
happened of which he was ignorant? He rose up 
slowly. He was sure of himself now! Was he sure 
of her ? 


CHAPTEE XYI 


W IXGEAVE threw the paper aside with an 
impatient exclamation. A small notice 
in an obscure corner had attracted his 
attention ; the young man, Eichardson, had been fished 
out of the river half drowned, and in view of his 
tearful and abject penitence, had been allowed to go 
his way by a lenient magistrate. He had been ill, he 
pleaded, and disappointed. His former employer, in 
an Islington emporium, gave him a good character, 
and offered to take him back. So that was an end of 
Mr. Eichardson, and the romance of his days ! 

A worm like that to have brought him — the strong 
man, low ! Wingrave thought with sullen anger, as he 
leaned back in his chair with half-closed eyes. Here 
was an undignified hiatus, if not a finale, to all his 
schemes, to the even tenor of his self -restrained, pur- 
poseful life! The west wind was rippling through 
the orchards which bordered the garden. The muffled 
roar of the Atlantic was in his ears, a strange ever- 
lasting background to all the slighter summer sounds, 
the murmuring of insects, the calling of birds, the 
melodious swish of the whirling knives in the distant 
hay-field. Wingrave was alone with his thoughts, and 
he hated them I 

Even Mr. Pengarth was welcome, Mr. Pengarth 
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small black bag in his hand. As he drew nearer, 
he became hotter, and was obliged to rest his bag upon 
the path and mop his forehead. He was more afraid 
of his client than of anything else in the world. 

Good afternoon. Sir Wingrave,’’ he said. I 
trust that you are feeling better to-day.” 

Wingrave eyed him coldly. He did not reply to the 
enquiry as to his health. 

You have brought the deed ? ” he asked. 

Certainly, Sir Wingrave.” 

The lawyer produced a roll of parchment from his 
bag. In response to Wingrave’s gesture, he seated 
himself on the extreme edge of an adjacent seat. 

I do not propose to read all that stuff through,” 
Wingrave remarked. I take it for granted that the 
deed is made out according to my instructions.” 

Certainly, Sir Wingrave ! ” 

Then we will go into the house, and I will sign 
it.” 

Mr. Pengarth mopped his forehead once more. It 
was a terrible thing to have a conscience. 

Sir Wingrave,” he said, I apologise most humbly 
for what I am about to say, but as the agent of your 
estates in this county, and your — er — legal adviser 
with regard to them, I am forced to ask you whether 
you are quite .determined upon this — most unex- 
ampled piece of generosity. Tredowen has been in 
your mother’s family for a great many years, and, 
although I must say that I have a great affection 
for this young lady, I have, also, an old-fashioned 
dislike to seeing — er — family property pass into 
the hands of strangers. You might, forgive me — 
marry! ” 


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Wingrave smiled very faintly, otherwise his face 
was inscrutable. 

“ I might/’ he admitted calmly, but I shall not. 
Do you consider me, Mr. Pengarth, to he a person in 
possession of his usual faculties ? ” 

Oh, most certainly — most certainly,” the lawyer 
declared emphatically. 

Then please do not question my instructions any 
further. So far as regards the pecuniary part of it, 
I am a richer man than you have any idea of, Mr. 
Pengarth, and for the rest — sentiment unfortunately 
does not appeal to me. I choose to give the Tredowen 
estates away, to disappoint my next of kin. That is 
how you may regard the transaction. We will go 
into the house and complete this deed.” 

Wingrave rose slowly, and walked with some diffi- 
culty up the gravel path. He ignored, - however, his 
companion’s timid offer of help, and led the way to 
the library. In a few minutes the document was 
signed and witnessed. 

I have ordered tea in the garden,” Wingrave said, 
as the two servants left the room ; that is, unless 
you prefer any other sort of refreshment. I don’t 
know much about the cellars, but there is some cabinet 
hock, I believe ” 

Mr. Pengarth interposed. 

I am very much obliged,” he said, but I will 
not intrude upon you further. If you will allow 
me, I will ring the hell for my trap.” 

You will do nothing of the sort,” Wingrave 
answered testily. You will stay here and talk 
to me.” 

I will stay, with pleasure, if you desire it,” the 


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lawyer answered. I had an idea that you preferred 
solitude.’’ 

Then you were wrong,” Wingrave answered. I 
hate being alone.” 

They moved out together towards the garden. Tea 
was set out in a shady corner of the lawn. 

If you will forgive my remarking it,” Mr. Pen- 
garth said, this seems rather an extraordinary place 
for you to come to, if you really dislike solitude.” 

I came to escape from an intolerable situation, 
and because I was ill,” Wingrave said. 

You might have brought friends,” the lawyer 
suggested. 

I have no friends,” Wingrave answered. 

Some of the people in the neighbourhood would 
be very glad ” Mr. Pengarth began. 

I do not wish to see them,” Wingrave an- 
swered. 

Mr. Pengarth took a peach, and held his tongue. 
Wingrave broke the silence which followed a little 
abruptly. 

Tell me, Mr. Pengarth,” he said, do I look 
like a man likely to fail in anything he sets out to 
accomplish ? ” 

The lawyer shook his head vigorously. 

You do not,” he declared. 

hTor do I feel like one,” Wingrave said, and 
yet my record, since I commenced, shall I call it my 
second life, is one of complete failure! Nothing that 
I planned have I been able to accomplish. I look 
back through the months and through the years, and 
I see not a single purpose carried out, not a single 
scheme successful.” 


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IN’ot quite so bad as that, I trust, Sir Wingrave,’’ 
the lawyer protested. 

It is the precise truth,’’ Wingrave affirmed drily. 

I am losing confidence in myself.” 

At least,” the lawyer declared, you have been 
the salvation of our dear Miss Juliet, if I may call 
her so. But for you, her life would have been 
ruined.” 

Precisely,” Wingrave agreed. But I forgot ! 
You don’t understand! You are not likely to un- 
derstand ! I have saved her from heaven knows 
what 1 I am going to give her the home she loves 1 
Benevolence, is n’t it ? And yet, if I had only the 
pluck, I might succeed even now — so far as she is 
concerned.” 

The lawyer took off his spectacles and rubbed 
them with his handkerchief. He was thoroughly 
bewildered. 

I might succeed,” Wingrave repeated, leaning back 
in his chair, if only ” 

His face darkened. It seemed to Mr. Pengarth 
as he sipped his tea under the cool cedars, drawing 
in all their wonderful perfume with every puff of 
breeze, that he saw two men in the low invalid’s 
chair before him. He saw the breath and desire of 
evil things, struggling with some wonderful dream 
vainly seeking to realise itself. 

Some of us,” the lawyer said timidly, build our 
ideals too high up in the clouds, so that to reach them 
is very difficult. Nevertheless, the effort counts.” 

Wingrave laughed mockingly. 

It is not like that with me,” he declared. My 
plans Avere made down in hell.” 

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God bless my soul ! ’’ the lawyer murmured. But 
you are not serious, Sir Wingrave ? ’’ 

Ay ! I ’m serious enough,’’ Wingrave answered. 

Do you suppose a man, with the best pages of his 
life rooted out, is likely to look out upon his fellows 
from the point of view of a philanthropist? Do you 
suppose that the man into whose soul the irons of 
bitterness have gnawed and eaten their way, is likely 
to come out with a smirk, and look around him for 
the opportunity of doing good? Rubbish! My aim 
is to encourage suffering wherever I see it, to create 
it where I can, to make sinners and thieves of honest 
people.” 

God bless my soul ! ” the lawyer gasped again. I 
don’t think you can be — as bad as you think you are. 
What about Juliet Lundy? ” 

Fire flashed in Wingrave’s eyes. Again, at the men- 
tion of her name, he seemed almost to lose control of 
himself. It was several moments before he spoke. He 
looked Mr. Pengarth in the face, and his tone was 
unusually deliberate. 

Gifts,” he said, are not always given in friend- 
ship. Life may easily become a more complicated 
affair for that child, with the Tredowen estates hang- 
ing round her neck. And anyhow, I disappoint my 
next of kin.” 

Morrison, smooth-footed and silent, appeared upon 
the lawn. He addressed Wingrave. 

A lady has arrived in a cab from Truro, sir,” he 
announced. She wishes to see you, as soon as 
convenient.” 

A sudden light flashed across Wingrave’s face, dying 
out again almost immediately. 


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Who is she, Morrison ? he asked. 

The man glanced at Mr. Pengarth. 

She did not give her name, sir.’’ 

Mr. Pengarth and Wingrave both rose. The former 
at once made his adienx and took a short cut to the 
stables. Wingrave, who leaned heavily npon his stick, 
clutched Morrison by the arm. 

Who is it, Morrison ? ” he demanded. 

It is Lady Ruth Barrington, sir,” the man an- 
swered. 

Alone ? ” 

Quite alone, sir.” 


CHAPTEE XVII 


T he library at Tredowen was a room of ir- 
regular shape, full of angles and recesses 
lined with bookcases. It was in one of 
these, standing motionless before a small marble statue 
of some forgotten Greek poet, that Wingrave found 
his visitor. She wore a plain serge travelling dress, 
and the pallor of her face, from which she had just 
lifted a voluminous veil, matched almost in colour the 
gleaming white marble upon which she was gazing. But 
when she saw Wingrave, leaning upon his stick, and 
regarding her with stern surprise, strange lights seemed 
to flash in her eyes. There was no longer any re- 
semblance between the pallor of her cheeks and the 
pallor of the statue. 

‘‘ Lady Euth,’’ Wingrave said quietly, I do not 
understand what has procured for me the pleasure of 
this unexpected visit.’’ 

She swayed a little towards him. Her head was 
thrown 'back, all the silent passion of the inexpres- 
sible, the hidden secondary forces of nature, was blaz- 
ing out of her eyes, pleading with him in the broken 
music of her tone. 

You do not understand,” she repeated. Ah, 
no! But can I make you understand? Will you 
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remember that yon are a man, and I a woman plead- 
ing for a little mercy — a little kindness ? ’’ 

Wingrave moved a step further back. 

Permit me,’’ be said, to offer you a chair.” 

She sank into it — speechless for a moment. Win- 
grave stood over her, leaning slightly against the corner 
of the bookcase. 

I trust,” he said, that you will explain what all 
this means. If it is my help which you require ” 

Her hands flashed out towards him — a gesture 
almost of horror. 

Don’t,” she begged, you know that it is not that ! 
You know very well that it is not. Why do you 
‘ orture me ? ” 

I can only ask you,” he said, to explain.” 

She commenced talking quickly. Her sentences 
?ame in little gasps. 

You wanted revenge — not in the ordinary way. 
You had brooded over it too long. You understood 
':oo well. Once it was I who sought to revenge myself 
m you, because you would not listen to me! You 
lurt my pride. Everything that was evil in me 
rebelled ” 

Is this necessary ? ” he interrupted coldly. I 
have never reproached you. You chose the path of 
safety for yourself. Many another woman in your 
place would doubtless have done the same thing ! 
W^hat I desire to know is why you are here in Corn- 
wall. ^Vhat has happened to make this journey seem 
necessary to you ? ” 

Listen ! ” she continued. I want you to know 
how thoroughly you have succeeded. Before you came 
Lumley and I were living together decently enough. 


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and, as hundreds of others live, with outside interests 
for our chief distraction. You came, a friend! You 
were very subtle, very skilful! You never spoke a 
word of affection to me, but you managed things so 
that — people talked. You encouraged Lumley to 
speculate — not in actual words, perhaps, hut by sug- 
gestion. Then you lent me money. Lumley, my 
husband, let me borrow from you. Everyone knew 
that we were ruined ; everyone knew where the money 
came from that set us right. So misery has been piled 
upon misery. Lumley has lost his self-respect, he is 
losing his ambition, he is deteriorating every day. I 
— how can I do anything else but despise him ? He 
let me, his wife, come to your rooms to borrow money 
from you. Do you think I can ever forget that ? Do 
you think that he can? Don’t you know that the 
memory of it is dragging us apart, must keep us apart 
always — always ? ” 

Wingrave leaned a little forward. His hands were 
clasped upon the handle of his stick. 

All that you tell me,” he remarked coldly, might 
equally well have been said in London! I do not 
wish to seem inhospitable, but I am still waiting to 
know why you have taken an eight hours’ journey to 
recite a few fairly obvious truths. Your relations 
with your husband, frankly, do not interest me. The 
deductions which society may have drawn concerning 
our friendship need scarcely trouble you, under the 
circumstances.” 

Then again the light was blazing in her eyes. 

Under the circumstances ! ” she repeated. I 
know what you mean. It is true that you have asked 
for nothing. It is true that all this time you have 


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never spoken a single word which all the world might 
not hear, yon have never even touched my fingers, 
except as a matter of formality. Once I was the 
woman yon loved — and I — well yon know ! Is 
this part of yonr scheme of torture, to play with me 
as though we were marionettes, yon and I, with 
sawdust in our veins, dull, lifeless puppets! Well, 
it is finished — your vengeance 1 You may reap the 
harvest when you will! Publish my letters, prove 
yourself an injured man. Take a whip in your 
hand if you like, and I will never flinch. But, for 
heaven^s sake, remember that I am a woman! I 
am willing to he your slave, nurse you, wait upon 
you, follow you about! What more can your ven- 
geance need? You have made me despise my hus- 
band, you have made me hate my life with him! 
You have forced me into a remembrance of what I 
have never really forgotten — and oh ! Wingrave,” 
she added, opening her arms to him with a little 
sob, if you send me away, I think that I shall kill 
myself. Wingrave ! ’’ 

There was a note of despair in her last cry. Her 
arms fell to her side. Wingrave was on his way to 
the further end of the room. He rang the bell and 
turned towards her. 

Listen,’’ he said calmly, you will return to 
London to-night. If ever I require you, I shall send 
for you — and you will come. At present I do not. 
You will return to your husband. Understand ! ” 

Yes,” she gasped, but ” 

He held out his hand. Morrison was at the door. 

Morrison,” he said, you will order the motor 
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Truro. She has to catch the London express. You 
will go with her yourself, and see that she has a re- 
served carriage. If, by any chance, you should miss 
the train, order a special.’’ 

Very good, sir.” 

And tell the cook to send in tea and wdne, and 
some sandwiches, in ten minutes.” 

Once more they were alone. Lady Ruth rose slowly 
to her feet, and, trembling in every limb, she 
walked do^vn the room, and fell on her knees before 
Wingrave. 

Wingrave,” she said, I will go away. I will 
do all that you tell me; I will wear my chains 
bravely, and hold my peace. But before I go, for 
heaven’s sake, say a kind word, look at me kindly, 
kiss me, hold my hands; anything, anything, any- 
thing, to prove to me that you are not a dead man. 
I could bear unkindness, reproaches, abuse. I can 
bear anything but this deadly coldness. It is becom- 
ing a horror to me ! Do, Wingrave — do ! ” 

She clasped his hand — he drew it calmly away. 

Lady Ruth,” he said, you have spoken the truth. 
I am a dead man. I have no affections ; I care neither 
for you nor for any living being. All that goes to 
the glory and joy of life perished in that uncountable 
roll of days, when the sun went out, and inch by inch 
the wall rose which will divide me for ever from you 
and all the world. Frankly, it was not I who once 
loved you. It was the man who died in prison. His 
flesh and bones may have survived — nothing else ! ” 
She rose slowly to her feet. Her eyes seemed to be 
dilating. 

There is another woman ! ” she exclaimed softly. 


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Her voice was like velvet, but the agony in ber face 
was unmistakable. 

There is no other woman,’’ he answered. 

She stood quite still. 

She is here with you now,” she cried. Who 
is it, Wingrave ? Tell me the truth ! ” 

The truth is already told,” he answered. Ex- 
cept my cook and her assistants, there is not a woman 
in the house ! ” 

Again she listened. She gave a little hoarse cry, 
and Wingrave started. Out in the hall a girl’s clear 
laugh rang like a note of music to their ears. 

You lie ! ” she cried fiercely. You lie ! I will 
know who she is.” 

Suddenly the door was thrown open! Juliet stood 
there, her hands full of roses, her face flushed and 
brilliant with smiles. 

“ How delightful to find you here ! ” she exclaimed, 
coming swiftly across to Wingrave. I do hope you 
won’t mind my coming. E^ormandy is ofi, and I have 
nowhere else to go.” 

She saw Lady Ruth and stopped. 

Oh ! I beg your pardon ! ” she exclaimed. “ I 
did not know.” 

This is Lady Ruth Barrington,” Wingrave said ; 
'^my ward Miss Juliet Lundy.” 

Your — ward ? ” Lady Ruth said, gazing at her 
intently. 

Juliet nodded. 

Sir Wingrave has been very kind to me since I 
was a child,” she said softly. He has let me live 
here with Mrs. Tresfarwin, and I am afraid I some- 
times forget that it is not really my home. Am I 


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in the way ? ’’ she asked, looking wistfully towards 
Wingrave. 

By no means!’’ he exclaimed. Lady Ruth is 
just going. Will you see that she has some tea or 
something ? ” 

Lady Ruth laughed quietly. 

I think,” she said, that it is I who am in the 
way! I should love some tea, if there is time, but 
whatever happens, I must not miss that train.” 


CHAPTER XVIII 


I T seemed to Wingrave that the days which fol- 
lowed formed a sort of hiatus in his life — an 
interlude during which some other man in his 
place, and in his image, played the game of life to 
a long-forgotten tune. He moved through the hours 
as a man in a maze, unrecognisable to himself, half 
unconscious, half heedless of the fact that the gar- 
ments of his carefully cultivated antagonism to the 
world and to his fellows had slipped very easily from 
his unresisting shoulders. The glory of a perfect 
English midsummer lay like a golden spell upon the 
land. The moors were purple with heather, touched 
here and there with the fire of the flaming gorse, the 
wind blew always from the west, the gardens were 
ablaze with slowly bursting rhododendrons. Every 
gleam of colouring, every breath of perfume, seemed 
to carry him unresistingly back to the days of his 
boyhood. He fished once more in the trout streams; 
he threw away his stick, and tramped or rode with 
Juliet across the moors. At night time she sang or 
played with the windows open, Wingrave himself out 
of sight under the cedar trees, whose perfume filled 
with aromatic sweetness the still night air. Piles of 
letters came every day, which he left unopened upon 
his study table. Telegrams followed, which he threw 


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into the wastepaper basket. Juliet watched the ac- 
cumulating heap with amazement. 

Whatever do people write to you so much for ? ” 
she asked one morning, watching the stream of let- 
ters flow out of the post-hag. 

Wingrave was silent for a moment. Her ques- 
tion brought a sudden and sharp sting of remem- 
brance. Juliet knew him only as Sir Wingrave Seton. 
She knew nothing of Mr. W^ingrave, millionaire. 

Advertisements, a good many of them,’’ he said. 
I must send for Aynesworth some day, to go through 
them all.” 

WJiat fun ! ” she exclaimed. Do send for him ! 
He thinks that I am staying with Miss Pengarth, and 
I have n’t written once since I got here ! ” 

To Wingrave, it seemed that a chill had somehow 
stolen into the hot summer morning. His feet were 
very nearly upon the earth again. 

I forgot,” he said, that Aynesworth was — ^ a 
friend of yours. He came and saw you often in 
London ? ” 

She smiled reflectively. 

He has been very, very kind,” she answered. He 
was always that, from the first time I saw you both. 
Do you remember ? It was down in the lower 
gardens.” 

Yes ! ” he answered, I remember quite well.” 

He was very kind to me then,” she continued, 
and you — well, I was frightened of you.” She 
stopped for a moment and laughed. Her eyes were 
full of amazed reminiscence. You were so cold 
and severe! I never could have dreamed that, after 
all, it was you who were going to be the dearest, 


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most generous friend I could ever have had ! Do you 
know, Walter — I mean Mr. Aynesworth — isn’t 
very pleased with me just now? ” 

Why not?” 

^^He cannot understand why I will not tell him 
my guardian’s name. I think it worries him.” 

You would like to tell him ? ” Wingrave asked. 

She nodded. 

“ I think so,” she answered. 

Wingrave said no more, hut after breakfast he went 
to his study alone. Juliet found him there an hour 
later, sitting idly in front of his table. His great pile 
of correspondence was still untouched. She came and 
sat on the edge of the table. 

What are we going to do this morning, please ? ” 
she asked. 

Wingrave glanced towards his letters. 

I am afraid,” he said, that I must spend the day 
here ! ” 

She looked at him blankly. 

Hot really! ” she exclaimed. I thought that we 
were going to walk to Hanging Tor ? ” 

Wingrave took up a handful of letters and let them 
fall through his fingers. He had all the sensations 
of a man who is awakened from a dream of Paradise 
to face the dull tortures of a dreary and eventless 
life. His eyes were set in a fixed stare. An under- 
note of despair was in his tone. 

You know we arranged it yesterday,” she con- 
tinued eagerly, and if you are going to send for Mr. 
Aynesworth you needn’t bother about these letters 
yourself, need you ? ” 

He turned and regarded her deliberately. Her 


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forehead was wrinkled a little with disappointment, 
her brown eyes were filled with the soft light of con- 
fident appeal. Tall and elegantly slim, there was yet 
something in the graceful lines of her figure which 
reminded him forcibly that the days of her woman- 
hood had indeed arrived. 

She wore a plain white cambric dress, and a simple, 
but much befiowered hat; the smaller details of her 
toilet all indicated the correct taste and instinctive 
coquetry of her French descent. And she was beau- 
tiful ! Wingrave regarded her critically, and realised, 
perhaps for the first time, how beautiful. Her eyes 
were large and clear, and her eyebrows delicately 
defined. Her mouth, with its slightly humorous curl, 
was a little large, but wholly delightful. The sun of 
the last few weeks had given to her skin a faint, but 
most becoming, duskiness. Under his close scrutiny 
a fiush of colour stole into her cheeks. She laughed 
not altogether naturally. 

You look at me,’’ she said, as though I were 
someone strange ! ” 

“ I was looking,” he answered, for the child, the 
little black-frocked child, you know, with the hair 
down her back, and the tearful eyes. I don’t think I 
realised that she had vanished so completely.” 

!Yot more completely,” she declared gaily, than 
the gloomy gentleman who frowned upon my exist- 
ence, and resented even my gratitude. Although,” 
she added, leaning a little towards him, I am very 
much afraid that I see some signs of a relapse to-day. 
Don’t bother about those horrid letters. Let me tell 
Mrs. Tresfarwin to pack us up some lunch, and take 
me to Hanging Tor, please ! ” 


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Wingrave laughed a little unsteadily, as he rose to 
his feet. One day more, then ! Why not ? The end 
would he soon enough! . . . 

Sooner, perhaps, than even he imagined, for that 
night Aynesworth came, pale and travel-stained, with 
all the volcanic evidences of a great passion blazing 
in his eyes, quivering in his tone. The day had passed 
to Wingrave as a dream, more beautiful, even, than 
any in the roll of its predecessors. They sat together 
on low chairs upon the moonlit lawn, in their ears the 
murmur of the sea ; upon their faces, gathering 
strength with the darkness, the night wind, salt and 
fragrant with all the sweetness of dying flowers. 
Wingrave had never realised more completely what 
still seemed to him this wonderful gap in his life. 
Behind it all, he had a subconsciousness that he was 
but taking a part in some mystical play; yet with an 
abandon which, when he stopped to think of it, as- 
tonished him, he gave himself up without effort or 
scruple to this most amazing interlude. All day he 
had talked more than ever before; the flush on his 
cheeks was like the flush of wine or the sun which had 
fired his blood. As he had talked the more, so had 
she grown the more silent. She was sitting now with 
her hands clasped, and her head thrown hack, looking 
up at the stars with unseeing eyes. 

You do not regret ^Tormandy, then ? he asked. 

]N'o ! she murmured. I have been happy here. 
I have been happier than I could ever have been in 
i^ormandy.’’ 

He turned and looked at her with curious intentness. 

My experience,’’ he said thoughtfully, of young 
ladies of your age is somewhat limited. But I 


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should have thought that you would have found it — 
lonely/^ 

Perhaps I am different, then,^’ she murmured. I 
have never been lonely here — all my life ! 

Except,’’ he reminded her, when I knew you 
first.” 

Ah ! but that was different,” she protested. I 
had no home in those days, and I was afraid of being 
sent away.” 

It was in his mind then to tell her of the envelope 
with her name upon it in his study, biit a sudden rush 
of confusing thoughts kept him silent. It was while 
he was labouring in the web of this tangled dream 
of wild but beautiful emotions that Aynesworth came. 
A pale, tragic figure, in his travel-stained clothes, and 
face furrowed with anxiety, he stood over them almost 
before they were aware of his presence. 

Walter! ” she cried, and sprang to her feet with 
extended hands. Wingrave’s face darkened, and the 
shadow of evil crept into his suddenly altered expres- 
sion. It was an abrupt awakening this, and he hated 
the man who had brought it about. 

Aynesworth held the girl’s hands for a moment, 
but his manner was sufiicient evidence of the spirit 
in which he had come. He drew a little breath, and 
he looked from one to the other anxiously. 

Is this — your mysterious gmardian, Juliet ? ” he 
asked hoarsely. 

She glanced at Wingrave questioningly. His ex- 
pression was ominous, and the light faded from her 
own face. Whilst she hesitated, Wingrave spoke. 

'' I imagine,” he said, that the fact is fairly ob- 
vious. What have you to say about it ? ” 


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A good deal/’ Ayneswortli answered passionately. 
“ J nliet, please go away. I must speak to your 
guardian — alone ! ” 

Again she looked at Wingrave. He pointed to the 
house. 

I think/’ he said, that you had better go.” 

She hesitated. Something of the impending storm 
was already manifest. Aynesworth turned suddenly 
towards her. 

You shall not enter that house again, Juliet,” he 
declared. Stay in the gardens there, and presently 
you shall know why.” 


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CHAPTEE XIX 


W IXGKAYE had risen to his feet. He was 
perfectly calm, bnt there was a look on his 
face which Juliet had never seen there 
before. Instinctively she drew a little away, and 
Aynesworth took his place between them. 

Are you mad, Aynesworth ? Wingrave asked 
coolly. 

Hot now,’’ Aynesworth answered. I have been 
mad to stay with you for four years, to look on, 
however passively, at all the evil you have done. 
I ’ve had enough of it now, and of you ! I came here 
to tell you so.” 

A letter,” Wingrave answered, would have been 
equally efficacious. However, since you have told 
me ” 

I ’ll go when I ’m ready,” Aynesworth answered, 
and I ’ve more to say. When I first entered your 
service, and you told me what your outlook upon life 
was, I never dreamed hut that the years would make 
a man of you again, I never believed that you could 
be such a brute as to carry out your threats. I saw 
you do your best to corrupt a poor, silly little woman, 
who only escaped ruin by a miracle; I saw you deal 
out what might have been irretrievable disaster to a 
young man just starting in life. Since your return 


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to London, you have done as little good, and as much 
harm, with your millions as any man could.’’ 
Wingrave was beginning to look bored. 

This is getting,” he remarked, a little like melo- 
drama. I have no objection to being abused, even 
in my own garden, but there are limits to my pa- 
tience. Come to the point, if you have one.” 

Willingly,” Aynesworth answered. I want you 
to understand this. I have never tried to interfere 
in any of your malicious schemes, although I am 
ashamed to think I have watched them without pro- 
test. But this one is different. If you have harmed, 
if you should ever dare to harm this child, as sure as 
there is a God above us, I will kill you ! ” 

lATiat is she to you ? ” Wingrave asked calmly. 

She — I love her,” Aynesworth answered. I 
mean her to be my wife.” 

And she?” 

She looks upon me as her greatest friend, her 
natural protector, and protect her I will — even 
against you.” 

WingTave shrugged his shoulders. 

It seems to me,” he said, that the young lady 
is very well off as she is. She has lived in my house, 
and been taken care of by my servants. She has been 
relieved of all the material cares of life, and she has 
been her own mistress. I scarcely see how you, my 
young friend, could do better for her.” 

Aynesworth moved a step nearer to him. The veins 
on his forehead were swollen. His voice was hoarse 
with passion. 

Why have you done this for her ? ” he demanded, 
secretly, too, you, a man to whom a good action is 


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a matter for a sneer, who have deliberately pro- 
claimed yourself an evil-doer by choice and destiny ? 
Wdiy have you constituted yourself her guardian ? ITot 
from kindness, for you don’t know what it is ; not 
from good nature, for you have n’t any. Why, then ? ” 
Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. 

I admit,” he remarked coolly, that it does seem 
rather a problem; we all do unaccountable things at 
times, though.” 

For your own sake,” Aynesworth said fiercely, 
I trust that this is one of the unaccountable things. 
For the rest, you shall have no other chance. I shall 
take her to Truro to-night.” 

Are you sure that she will go ? ” 

I shall tell her the truth.” 

And if she does not believe you ? ” 

She will ! If you interfere, I shall take her by 
force.” 

I interfere ! ” Wingrave remarked. You need 
not be afraid of that. The affair as it stands is far 
too interesting. Call her, and make your appeal.” 

I shall tell her the truth,” Aynesworth declared. 

By all means ! I shall remain and listen to my 
indictment. Quite a novel sensation ! Call the young 
lady, by all means, and don’t spare me.” 

Aynesworth moved a few steps up the path. He 
called to her softly, and she came through the little 
iron gates from the rose gardens. She was very pale, 
and there was a gleam in her eyes which was like fear. 
Aynesworth took her by the hand and led her forward. 

You must be brave, dear,” he whispered. I am 
compelled to say some disagreeable things. It is for 
your good. It is because I care for you so much.” 


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m 

She looked towards Wingrave. He was sitting upon 
the garden seat, and his face was absolutely expres- 
sionless. He spoke to her, and his cold, precise tone 
betrayed not the slightest sign of any emotion. 

Aynesworth,’’ he remarked, is going to tell you 
some interesting facts about myself. Please listen 
attentively, as afterwards you will be called upon to 
make a somew^hat important decision.’’ 

She looked at him a little wistfully, and sighed. 
There was no trace any longer of her companion of 
the last few weeks. It was the stern and gloomy 
stranger of her earlier recollections, who sat there with 
folded arms. 

^Hs it really necessary ? ” she asked. 

Absolutely,” Aynesworth answered hurriedly. 

It won’t take long, but there are things which you 
must know.” 

Very well,” she answered, I am listening.” 

Aynesworth inclined his head towards the place 
where Wingrave sat. 

I will admit,” he said, that the man there, whom 
I have served for the last four years and more, never 
deceived me as to his real character and intentions. 
He had been badly treated by a woman, and he told me 
plainly that he entered into life again at war with his 
fellows. Where he could see an opportunity of doing 
evil, he meant to do it; where he could bring misery 
and suffering upon anyone with whom he came into 
contact, he meant to grasp the opportunity. I listened 
to him, but I never believed. I told myself that it 
would be interesting to watch his life, and to see the 
gradual, inevitable humanising of the man. So I en- 
tered his service, and have remained in it until to-day.” 


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He turned more directly towards Juliet. She was 
listening breathlessly to every word. 

Juliet/’ he said, he has kept his word. I have 
been by his side, and I speak of the things I know. 
He has sought no one’s friendship who has not suf- 
fered for it, there is not a man or woman living who 
owes him the acknowledgment of a single act of kind- 
ness. I have seen him deliberately scheme to bring 
about the ruin of a harmless little woman. I have 
seen him exact his pound of flesh, even at the cost of 
ruin, from a boy. I tell you, Juliet, of my own 
knowledge, that he has neither heart nor conscience, 
and that he glories in the evil that his hand flnds to 
do. Even you must know something of his reputation 
— have heard something of his doings, under the name 
he is best known by in London — Mr. Wingrave, 
millionaire.” 

She started back as though in terror. Then she 
turned to Wingrave, who sat stonily silent. 

It is n’t true,” she cried. You are not — that 
man ? ” 

He raised his eyes and looked at her. It seemed 
to her that there was something almost satanic in 
the smile which alone disturbed the serenity of his 
face. 

Certainly I am,” he answered ; when I returned 
from America, it suited me to change my identity. 
You must not doubt anything that Mr. Aynes worth 
says. I can assure you that he is a most truthful and 
conscientious young man. I shall he able to give him 
a testimonial with a perfectly clear conscience.” 

Juliet shuddered as she turned away. All the joy 
of life seemed to have gone from her face. 


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You are Mr. Wingrave — the Mr. Wingrave. Oh ! 
I can’t believe it/’ she broke off suddenly. Yo one 
could have been so kind, so generous, as you have been 
to me.” 

She looked from one to the other of the two men. 
Both were silent, but whereas Aynesworth had turned 
his head away, Wingrave’s position and attitude were 
unchanged. She moved suddenly over towards him. 
One hand fell almost caressingly upon his shoulder. 
She looked eagerly into his face. 

Tell me — that it is n’t all true,” she begged. 

Tell me that your kindness to me, at least, was 
real — that you did not mean it to be for my unhappi- 
ness afterwards. Please tell me that. I third?; if you 
asked me, if you cared to ask me, that I could forgive 
everything else.” 

Every vice, save one,” Wingrave murmured, 
‘‘ Nature has lavished upon me. I am a poor liar. 
It is perfectly true that my object in life has been 
exactly as Aynesworth has stated it. I may have 
been more or less successful — Aynesworth can tell 
you that, too. As regards yourself ” 

Yes ? ” she exclaimed. 

I congratulate you upon your escape,” Wingrave 
said. Aynesworth is right. Association of any sort 
with me is for your evil ! ” 

She covered her face with her hands. Even his 
tone was different. She felt that this man was a 
stranger, and a stranger to be feared. Aynesworth 
came over to her side and drew her away. 

I have a cart outside,” he said. I am going to 
take you to Truro ” 

Wingrave heard the gate close after them — he 


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heard the rumble of the cart in the road growing 
fainter and fainter. He was alone, now, in the 
garden, and the darkness was closing around him. 
He staggered to his feet. His face was back in its 
old set lines. He was once more at war with the 
world. 


CHAPTEK XX 


A T no time during his career did Wingrave appear 
lJL before the public more prominently than dur- 
X JL ing the next few months. As London began 
to fill up again, during the early part of October, he 
gave many and magnificent entertainments, his name 
figured in all the great social events, he bought a 
mansion in Park Lane which had been built for 
Eoyalty, and the account of the treasures with which 
he filled it, read like a chapter from some modern 
Arabian Xights. In the city, he was more hated and 
dreaded than ever. His transactions, huge and care- 
fully thought out, were for his own aggrandisement 
only, and left always in their wake ruin and disaster 
for the less fortunate and weaker speculators. He 
played for his own hand only, the camaraderie of 
finance he ignored altogether. In one other respect, 
too, he occupied a unique position amongst the finan- 
cial magnates of the moment. All appeals on behalf 
of charity he steadily ignored. He gave nothing away. 
His name never figured amongst the hospital lists; 
suffering and disaster, which drew their humble con- 
tributions from the struggling poor and middle classes, 
left him unmoved and his cheque book unopened. In 
an age when huge gifts on behalf of charity was the 
fashionable road to the peerage, his attitude was all 
the more noticeable. He would give a thousand pounds 


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for a piece of Sevres china which took his fancy; he 
would not give a thousand farthings to ease the suf- 
ferings of his fellows. Yet there were few found to 
criticise him. He was called original, a crank; there 
were even some who professed to see merit in his 
attitude. To both criticism and praise he was alike 
indifferent. With a cynicism which seemed only to 
become more bitter he pursued his undeviating and 
deliberate way. 

One morning he met Lady Ruth on the pavement 
in Bond Street. She pointed to the vacant seat in 
her landau. 

Get in, please, for a few minutes,’’ she said. I 
want to talk to you. I will take you where you like.” 

They drove off in silence. 

You were not at the Wavertons last night,” he 
remarked. 

Ho ! ” she answered quietly. I was not asked.” 

He glanced at her questioningly. 

I thought that you were so friendly,” he 
said. 

I was,” she answered. Lady Waverton scarcely 
knows me now! It is the beginning of the end, I 
suppose.” 

You are a little enigmatical this morning,” he 
declared. 

Oh, no ! You understand me very well,” she 
answered. Everybody knows that it is you who 
keep us going. Lumley has not got quite used to 
taking your money. He has lost nearly all his am- 
bition. Soon his day will have gone by. People 
shrug their shoulders wEen they speak of us. Two 
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Society seems big, but it is n’t. There are no end 
of little sets, one inside the other. Two years ago, I 
was in the innermost, to-day I ’m getting towards 
the outside edge. Look at me! Do you see any 
change ? ” 

He scrutinised her mercilessly in the cold morning 
light. 

“ You look older,” he said, and you have begun 
to use rouge, which is a pity.” 

She laughed hardly. 

You think so ? Well, I don’t want Emily to see 
my hollow cheeks — or you ! Are you satisfied, 
Wingrave ? ” 

I am afraid I don’t understand ” he began. 

Don’t lie,” she interrupted curtly. You do 
understand. This is your vengeance — very subtle 
and very crafty. Everything has turned out exactly 
as you planned. You have broken us, Wingrave! 
I thought myself a clever woman, but I might as 
well have tried to gamble with the angels. Why 
don’t you finish it ofi now — make me run away 
with you ? ” 

It would bore us both,” he answered calmly. 

Besides, you would n’t come ! ” 

I should, and you know that I would,” she 
answered. Everyone expects it of us. I think 
myself that it would be more decent.” 

He looked at her thoughtfully. 

You are a strange woman,” he said. I find it 
hard sometimes to understand you.” 

Then you are a fool,” she declared in a fierce 
little whisper. You know what is underneath all 
my suffering, all my broken pride! You know that 


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I was fool enough to keep the flame flickering — that 
I have cared always and for no one else ! ’’ 

He stopped the carriage. 

You are the most original woman I ever met/^ 
he said quietly. I neither wish to care nor be cared 
for by anyone. Go home to your husband, and tell 
him to buy Treadwells up to six.’^ 

That same afternoon Wingrave met Aynesworth 
and cut him dead. Something in the younger man’s 
appearance, though, perplexed him. Aynesworth 
certainly had not the air of a successful man. He 
was pale, carelessly dressed, and apparently in ill- 
health. Wingrave, after an amount of hesitation, 
which was rare with him, turned his car towards 
Battersea, and found himself, a few minutes later, 
mounting the five flights of stone steps. Juliet her- 
self opened the door to him. She gave a little gasp 
when she saw who it was, and did not immediately 
invite him to enter. 

I am sorry,” Wingrave said coldly, to inflict 
this visit upon you. If you are alone, and afraid to 
ask me in, we can talk here.” 

Her cheeks became as flushed as a moment before 
they had been pale. She looked at him reproachfully, 
and, standing on one side to let him pass, closed the 
door behind him. Then she led the way into her 
sitting-room. 

I am glad that you have come to see me,” she said. 
“ Won’t you sit down ? ” 

He ignored her invitation, and stood looking around 
him. There was a noticeable change in the little room. 
There were no flowers, some of the ornaments and the 
silver trifles from her table were missing. The place 


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seemed to have been swept bare of everything, except 
the necessary furniture. Then he looked at her. She 
was perceptibly thinner, and there were black rings 
under her eyes. 

Where is Mrs. Tresfarwin ? he asked. 

In Cornwall,’’ she answered. 

« Why?” 

I could not afford to keep her here any longer.” 

What are you doing for a living — painting 
still ? ” 

She shook her head a little piteously. 

They can’t sell any more of my pictures,” she 
said. I am trying to get a situation as governess 
or companion or — anything.” 

When did you have anything to eat last ? ” he 
asked. 

Yesterday,” she answered, and he was just in 
time to catch her. She had fainted. 

He laid her upon the sofa, poured some water over 
her face, and fanned her with a newspaper. His 
expression of cold indifference remained unmoved. 
It was there in his face when she opened her eyes. 

Are you well enough to walk ? ” he asked. 

Quite, thank you,” she answered. I am so 
sorry ! ” 

Put on your hat,” he ordered. 

She disappeared for a few minutes, and returned 
dressed for the street. He drove her to a restaurant 
and ordered some dinner. He made her drink some 
wine, and while they waited he buried himself in a 
newspaper. They ate their meal almost in silence. 
Afterwards, Wingrave asked her a question. 

Where is Aynesworth ? ” 


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Looking for work, I think,’’ she answered. 

Why did you not stay down in Cornwall ? ” 

“ Miss Pengarth was away — and I preferred to 
return to London,” she told him quietly. 

When are you going to marry Aynesworth ? ” he 
asked. 

She looked down into her glass and was silent. He 
leaned a little towards her. 

Perhaps,” he remarked quietly, you are already 
married ? ” 

Still she was silent. He saw the tears forced back 
from her eyes. He heard the sob break in her throat. 
Yet he said nothing. He only waited. At last she 
spoke. 

Hothing is settled yet,” she said, still without 
looking at him. 

I see no reason,” he said calmly, why, until that 
time, you should refuse to accept your allowance from 
Mr. Pengarth.” 

I cannot take any more of your money,” she an- 
swered. It was a mistake from the first, hut I was 
foolish. I did not understand.” 

His lip curled with scorn. 

You are one of those,” he said, “ who, as a child, 
were wise, hut as a young woman with a little knowl- 
edge, become — a prig. What harm is my money 
likely to do you? I may be the Devil himself, but 
my gold is not tainted. For the rest, granted that 
I am at war with the world, I do not number children 
amongst my enemies.” 

She raised her eyes then, and looked him in the 
face. 

I am not afraid of you,” she declared. It is 


THE MALEFACTOR 287 

not that; but I have been dependent long enough. T 
will keep myself — or starve.’^ 

He shrugged his shoulders and paid the bill. 

My man/’ he said, will take you wherever you 
like. I have a call to make close here.” 

They stood upon the pavement. She held out her 
hand a little timidly. Her eyes were soft and wistful. 

Good-bye, guardian,” she said. Thank you very 
much for my lunch.” 

Ah ! ” he said gravely, if you would let me 
always call myself that ! ” 

She got into the car without a word. Wingrave 
walked straight back to his own house. Several people 
were waiting in the entrance hall, and the visitors’ 
book was open upon the porter’s desk. He walked 
through, looking neither to the right nor the left, 
crossed the great library, with its curved roof, its floor 
of cedar wood, and its wonderful stained-glass win- 
dows, and entered a smaller room beyond — his abso- 
lute and impenetrable sanctum. He rang the bell for 
his servant. 

Morrison,” he said, if you allow me to be dis- 
turbed by any living person, on any pretence what- 
ever, until I ring, you lose your place. Do you 
understand ? ” 

Perfectly, sir.” 

Wingrave locked the door. The next hour belonged 
to himself alone. . . . 

When at last he rang the bell, he gave Morrison 
a note. 

This is to be delivered at once,” he said. 

The man bowed and withdrew. Wingrave, witli 
his hands behind him, strolled out into the library. 


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In a remote corner, a small spectacled person was 
busy writing at a table. Wingrave crossed the room 
and stood before him. 

Are you my librarian ? ’’ he asked. 

The man rose at once. 

Certainly, sir,’’ he answered. My name is 
Woodall. You may have forgotten it. I am at work 
now upon a new catalogue.” 

Wingrave nodded. 

I have a quarto Shakespeare, I think,” he said, 
“ that I marked at Sotheby’s ; also a manuscript 
Thomas a-Kempis, and a first edition of Herrick. I 
should like to see them.” 

By all means,” the man answered, hurrying to 
the shelves. You have, also, a wonderful rare 
collection of manuscripts, purchased from the Abbey 
St. Jouvain, and a unique Horace. If you will 
permit me.” 

Wingrave spent half an hour examining his treas- 
ures, leaving his attendant astonished. 

A millionaire who understands ! ” he exclaimed 
softly as he resumed his seat. Miraculous ! ” 

Wingrave passed into the hall, and summoned his 
major domo. 

Show me the ballroom,” he ordered, and the 
winter garden.” 

The little man in quiet black clothes — Wingrave 
abhorred liveries — led him respectfully through 
rooms probably unequalled for magnificence in Eng- 
land. He spoke of the exquisite work of French 
and Italian artists; with a gesture almost of rever- 
ence he pointed out the carving in the wonderful 
white ballroom. 


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Wingrave listened and watched with immovable 
face. Just as they had completed their tour, Mor- 
rison approached. 

Mr. Lumley and Lady Ruth Barrington are in the 
library, sir,” he announced. 

Wingrave nodded. 

I am coming at once,” he said. 


19 


CHAPTEK XXI 


T hey awaited his coming in varying moods. 

Barrington was irritable and restless, Lady 
Buth gave no signs of any emotion whatever. 
She had the air of a woman who had no longer fear 
or hope. Only her eyes were a little weary. 

Barrington was walking up and down the room, 
his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed upon his wife. 
Every now and then he glanced nervously towards 
her. 

Of course,’^ he said, if he wants a settlement — 
well, there ’s an end of all things. And I don’t see 
why he should n’t. He has n’t lent money out of 
friendship. He hates me — always has done, and 
sometimes I wonder whether he does n’t hate you 
too ! ” 

Lady Kuth shivered a little. Her husband’s words 
came to her with peculiar brutality. It was as though 
he were blaming her for not having proved more at- 
tractive to the man who held them in the hollow of 
his hand. 

Hoes n’t it strike you,” she murmured, that a 
discussion like this is scarcely in the best possible 
taste ? We cannot surmise what he wants — what he 
is going to do. Let us wait ! ” 

The door opened and Wingrave entered. To Bar- 
rington, who greeted him with nervous cordiality, he 


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presented the same cold, impenetrable appearance ; 
Lady Ruth, with quicker perceptions, noticed at once 
the change. She sat up in her chair eagerly. It was 
what she had prayed for, this — but was it for good or 
evil ? Her eyes sought his eagerly. So much depended 
upon his first few words. 

Wingrave closed the door behind him. His 
greetings were laconic as usual. He addressed Lady 
Ruth. 

I find myself obliged,’’ he said, to take a jour- 
ney which may possibly be a somewhat protracted one. 
I wished, before I left, to see you and your husband. 
I sent for you together, but I wish to speak to you 
separately — to your husband first. You have often 
expressed a desire to see over my house. Lady Ruth. 
My major domo is outside. Will you forgive me if 
I send you away for a few minutes ? ” 

Lady Ruth rose slowly to her feet. 

How long do you wish me to keep away ? ” she 
asked calmly. 

^^A few minutes- only,” he answered. You will 
find me here when Parkinson has shown you round.” 

He held the door open and she passed out, with a 
single upward and wondering glance. Wingrave closed 
the door, and seated himself close to where Barring- 
ton was standing. 

Barrington,” he said, twenty years ago we were 
friends. Since then we have been enemies. To-day, 
so far as I am concerned, we are neither.” 

Barrington started a little. His lips twitched ner- 
vously. He did not quite understand. 

I am sure, Wingrave ” he began. 

Wingrave interrupted him ruthlessly. 


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I give you credit/’ he continued, for under- 
standing that my attitude towards you since I — er 
— reappeared, has been inimical. I intended you to 
speculate, and you did speculate. I meant you to 
lose, and you have lost. The money I lent to your 
wife was meant to remain a rope around your neck. 
The fact that I lent it to her was intended to hu- 
miliate you, the attentions which I purposely paid 
to her in public were intended to convey a false* 
impression to society — and in this, too, I fancy that 
I have been successful.” 

Barrington drew a thick breath — the dull colour 
was mounting to his cheeks, 

Wingrave continued calmly — 

1 had possibly in my mind, at one time,” he said, 
the idea of drawing things on to a climax — of wit- 
nessing the final disappearance of yourself and your 
wife from the world — such as we know it. I have, 
however, ceased to derive amusement or satisfac- 
tion from pursuing what we may call my vengeance. 
Consequently, it is finished.” 

The light of hope leaped into Barrington’s dull 
eyes, but he recognised Wingrave’s desire for silence. 

A few feet to your left, upon my writing table,” 
Wingrave continued, you will find an envelope ad- 
dressed to yourself. It contains a discharge, in full, 
for the money I have lent you. I have also ventured 
to place to your credit, at your own bank, a sum suffi- 
cient to give you a fresh start. "When you return to 
Cadogan Square, or, at least, this evening, you will 
receive a communication from the Prime Minister, 
inviting you to become one of the International Board 
of Arbitration on the Alaskan question. The position, • 


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293 


as you know, is a distinguished one, and if you should 
be successful, your future carreer should be assured.’’ 

Barrington broke down. He covered his face with 
his hands. Great sobs shook him. Wingrave waited 
for a few minutes, and then rose to his feet. 

Barrington,” he said, there is one thing more ! 
What the world may say or think counts for very 
little. Society reverses its own judgments and eats 
its own words every day. A little success will bring 
it to your feet like a whipped dog. It is for yourself 
I say this, for yourself alone. There is no reason 
why you should hesitate to accept any service I may 
be able to render you. You understand me ? ” 

Barrington’s face was like the face of a young man. 
All the cloud of suspicion and doubts and fears was 
suddenly lifted. He looked through new eyes on to a 
new world. 

Thank God ! ” he exclaimed. Hot that I ever 
doubted it, Wingrave, but — thank God ! ” . . . 

Barrington left the house radiant, — Lady Ruth and 
Wingrave were alone. She watched him close the 
door and turn towards her, with a new timidity. The 
colour came and went in her pale cheeks, her eyes were 
no longer tired. When he turned towards her, she 
leaned to him with a little seductive movement of her 
body. Her hands stole out towards him. 

Wingrave! ” she murmured. 

His first action seemed to crush all the desperate 
joy which was rising fast in her heart. He took one 
hand, and he led her to a chair. 

Ruth,” he said, I have been talking to your 
husband. There are only a few words I want to say 
to you.” 


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THE MALEFACTOR 


There are only three I want to hear from you/’ 
she murmured, and her eyes were pleading with him 
passionately all the time. 

It seems to me that I have been waiting to hear 
them all my life. Wingrave, I am so tired — and I 
am losing — I want to leave it all ! ” 

Exactly,” he answered cheerfully, what you are 
going to do. You are going to America with your 
husband.” 

What do you mean ? ” she asked sharply. 

He shrugged his shoulders. 

I am rather tired of the game,” he said, that 
is all. I am like the child who likes to build up again 
the house of bricks which he has thrown down. I 
have procured for your husband a seat on the Alaskan 
Board. It is a very distinguished position, and you 
will find that it will entail considerable social obliga- 
tions in America. When you return, he will he able 
to claim a judgeship, or a place in the Government. 
You will find things go smoothly enough then.” 

But you ! ” she cried ; I want you ! ” 

He looked at her gravely. 

Dear Lady Ruth,” he said, you may think so, 
at this moment, but you are very much mistaken. 
What you really desire is a complete reconciliation 
with your husband, and a place in the great world 
which no one shall he able to question. These things 
are arranged for you; also — these.” 

He handed her a little packet. She dropped it idly 
into her lap. She was looking steadfastly away from 
them. 

You are free from me now,” he continued. You 
will find life run quite smoothly, and I do not think 


THE MALEFACTOR 295 

that you will he troubled with me when you come hack 
from America. I have other plans.” 

There was a slave,” she murmured, who grew 
to love her gaoler, and when they came to set her free, 
and take her hack to her own people — she prayed 
only to he left in her cell! Freedom for her meant 
a broken heart! ” 

But that was fiction,” he answered. For you, 
freedom will mean other things. There is work for 
you to do, honourable work. You must fan the fiame 
of your husband’s ambition, you must see that he does 
justice to his great opportunities. You have your own 
battle to fight with society, hut you have the winning 
cards, for before you go, you and your husband will 
be received as guests — well, by the one person whose 
decision is absolute.” 

She looked at him in amazement. 

My word of honour,” he said quietly, was 
enough for Lord Marendon. You will find things go 
smoothly with you.” 

You are wonderful,” she gasped, hut — you — 
you spoke of going away.” 

I am going to travel,” he said quietly, rather 
a long journey. I have lived three lives, I am going 
to try a fourth ! ” 

Alone ? ” she asked. 

Quite alone,” he answered. 

Tell me where you are going ? ” she begged. 

I cannot do that,” he answered. It is my 
secret.” 

She rose to her feet. She was very pale. She 
stood in front of him, and she laid her hands upon his 
shoulders. 


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THE MALEFACTOR 


Wingrave/’ she said, I will obey. I will live 
the life you have shown me, and I will live it suc- 
cessfully. But I will know this. Who is it that has 
succeeded where I have failed ? ’’ 

I do not understand you,” he answered. 

You do! ” she declared, and I will know. For 
years you have been a man with a shell upon your 
heart. Every good impulse, every kind thought seemed 
withered up. You were absolutely cold, absolutely 
passionless I I have worn myself out trying to call you 
hack to your own, to set the blood flowing once more 
in your veins, to break for one moment the barriers 
which you had set up against E’ature herself. Some 
day, I felt that it must come — and it has I Who has 
done it, Wingrave ? It is not — Emily ? ” 

He laughed. 

Emily I ” he exclaimed. I have not seen her for 
months. She has no interest for me — she never had.” 

Then tell me who it is ! ” 

Yature unaided,” he answered carelessly. Hu- 
man intervention was not necessary. It was the swing 
of the pendulum, Ruth, the eternal law which mocks 
our craving for content. I had not sooner succeeded 
in my new capacity — than the old man crept out” 

But Hature has her weapons always,” she pro- 
tested. Wingrave, was it the child ? ” 

He touched the electric bell. Taking her hands, 
he bent down and kissed them. 

Hear lady,” he said, good-bye — good fortune 1 
Conquer new worlds, and remember — white is your 
colour, and Paquin your one modiste. Morrison, Lady 
Barrington’s carriage.” 


CHAPTEE XXII 


M e. PEXGAETH was loth to depart. He 
felt that all pretext for lingering was gone, 
that he had outstayed his welcome. Yet 
he found himself desperately striving for some excuse 
to prolong an interview, which was to all effects and 
purposes concluded. 

I will do my best. Sir Wingrave,’’ he said, revert- 
ing to the subject of their interview, to study Miss 
Lundy’s interests in every way. I will also see that 
she has the letter you have left for her, within eight 
days from now. But if you could see your way to 
leave some sort of address, so that I should have 
a chance of communicating with you, if necessary, 
I should assume my responsibilities with a lighter 
heart.” 

Wingrave gave vent to a little gesture of annoy- 
ance. 

My dear sir,” he said, surely I have been ex- 
plicit enough. I have told you that, within a week 
from now, I shall be practically dead. I shall never 
return to England — you will never see me again. 
I have given life here a fair trial, and found it a 
failure. I am going to make a new experiment — 
and it is going to he in an unexplored country. You 
could not reach me there through the post. You, I 


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THE MALEFACTOR 


In what respect ? ” Wingrave asked calmly. 

Every respect ! ’’ Aynesworth answered. Let 
me tell you two things which happened to me yester- 
day. I met a young Hew York stockbroker, named 
Heshitt, in London, and in common with all London, 
I suppose, by this time, I learnt the secret of all those 
anonymous contributions to the hospitals, and other 
charitable causes, during the last year.” 

Go on,” Wingrave said. 

I have come here on purpose to tell you what I 
think you are,” Aynesworth said. You are the 
greatest hypocrite unhanged. You affect to hate your 
fellows, and to love evil-doers. You deceived the 
whole world, and you deceived me. I know you now 
for what you are. You conceived your evil plans, 
but when the time came for carrying them out, you 
funked it every time. You had that silly little woman 
on the steamer in your power, and you yourself, be- 
hind your own back, released her with that Marconi- 
gram to her husband, sent by yourself. You brought 
the boy Hesbitt face to face with ruin, and to his face 
you offered him no mercy. Behind his back you em- 
ploy a lawyer to advance him your own money to pay 
your own debt. You decline to give a single penny 
away in charity, and, as stealthily as possible, you 
give away in one year greater sums than any other 
man has ever parted with. You decline to help the 
poor little orphan child of the village organist, and 
secretly you have her brought up in your own home, 
and stop the sale of your pictures, for the sake of the 
child whom you had only once contemptuously ad- 
dressed. Can you deny any one of these things ? ” 
^‘Ho!” Wingrave answered quietly, I cannot.” 


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301 


And I thouglit you a strong man/’ Aynesworth 
continued, aggrieved and contemptuous. I nearly 
went mad with fear, when I heard that it was you 
who were the self-appointed guardian of Juliet Lundy. 
I looked upon this as one more, the most diabolical 
of all your schemes ! ” 

Wingrave rose to his feet, still and grave. 

Aynesworth,” he said, this interview does not 
interest me. Let us bring it to an end. I admit 
that I have made a great failure of my life. I admit 
that I have failed in realising the ambitions, I once 
confided to you. I came out from prison with pre- 
cisely those intentions, and I was conscious of nothing 
in myself or my nature to prevent my carrying them 
out. It seems that I was mistaken. I admit all this, 
but I do not admit your right to force yourself into 
my presence, and taunt me with my failure. You 
served me well enough, but you were easily hood- 
winked, and our connection is at an end. I have only 
one thing to say to you. I am leaving this part of the 
world altogether. I shall not return. That child has 
some foolish scruples about taking any more of my 
money. That arises through your confounded inter- 
ference. She is poor, almost in want. If you should 
fail her now ” 

Aynesworth interrupted with a hoarse little laugh. 

Wingrave,” he said, are you playing the simple- 
ton ? If Juliet will not take your money, why should 
she take mine ? ” 

Wingrave came out from his place. He was stand- 
ing now between Aynesworth and the door. 

Aynesworth,” he said, do I understand that you 
are not going to marry the child ? ” 


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I ? Certainly not ! ” Aynesworth answered. 

Wingrave remained quite calm, bnt there was a 
terrible light in his eyes. 

^Tow, for the first time, Aynesworth,’’ he said, 

I am glad that you are here. We are going to have 
a complete understanding before you leave this room. 
Juliet Lundy, as my ward, was, I believe, con- 
tented and happy. It suited you to disturb our 
relations, and your excuse for doing so was that you 
loved her. You took her away from me, and now 
you say that you do not intend to marry her. 
Be so good as to tell me what the devil you do 
mean ! ’’ 

Aynesworth laughed a little bitterly. 

You must excuse me,’’ he said, but a sense of 
humour was always my undoing, and this reversal 
of our positions is a little odd, is n’t it ? I am not 
going to marry Juliet Lundy, because she happens 
not to care for me in that way at all. My appear- 
ance is scarcely that of a joyous lover, is it ? ” 

Wingrave eyed him more closely. Aynesworth had 
certainly fallen away from the trim and carefully 
turned out young man of a few months back. He 
was paler, too, and looked older. 

I do not understand this,” Wingrave said. 

I do ! ” Aynesworth answered bitterly. There 
is someone else ! ” 

Someone whom I do not know about?” Win- 
grave said, frowning heavily. Who is he, Aynes- 
worth ? ” 

Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders. He said 
nothing. Wingrave came a step nearer to him. 

You may as well tell me,” he said quietly, for 


THE MALEFACTOR 303 

I shall postpone my journey until I know the whole 
truth.” 

It is not my secret,” Aynesworth answered. 

Ask her yourself ! ” 

Very well,” Wingrave declared, I will. I shall 
return to London to-night.” 

It is not necessary,” Aynesworth remarked. 

Wingrave started. 

You mean that she is here ? ” he exclaimed. 

Aynesworth drew him towards the window. 

Come,” he said, you shall ask her now.” 

Wingrave hesitated for a moment. An odd ner- 
vousness seemed to have taken possession of him. 

I do not understand this, Aynesworth,” he said. 

Why is she here ? ” 

Go and ask her your question,” Aynesworth said. 

Perhaps you will understand then.” 

Wingrave went do^vn the path which led to the 
walled garden and the sea. The tall hollyhocks 
brushed against his knees; the air, as mild as spring- 
time, was fragrant with the perfume of late roses. 
Wingrave took no note of these things. Once more 
he seemed to see coming up the path the little black- 
frocked child, with the pale face and the great sad 
eyes; it was she indeed who rose so swiftly from the 
hidden seat. Then Wingrave stopped short, for he 
felt stirring within him all the long repressed mad- 
ness of his unlived manhood. It was the weakness 
against which he had fought so long and so wearily, 
triumphant now, so that his heart beat like a boy’s, 
and the colour flamed into his cheeks. And all the 
time she was coming nearer, and he saw that the 
child had become a woman, and it seemed to him 


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that all the joy of life was alight in her face, and 
the one mysterious and wonderful secret of her sex 
was shining softly out of her eager eyes. So that, 
after all, when they met, Wingrave asked her no 
questions. She came into his arms with all the 
graceful and perfect naturalness of a child who has 
wandered a little away from home. . . . 

“ I am too old for you, dear,’’ he said presently, 
as they wandered about the garden, much too old.” 

Age,” she answered softly, what is that ? What 
have we to do with the years that are past ? It is 
the years to come only which we need consider, and 
to think of them makes me almost tremble with 
happiness. You are much too rich and too won- 
derful a personage for a homeless orphan like me; 
but,” she added, tucking her arm through his with a 
contented little sigh, I have you, and I shall not 
let you go ! ” 


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